I’m going home, mouth full of foam. White collar pops outta office, so fast, he wasn’t missed. The guy gets to urinal, doses sound marginal. Tender shadow creeps behind, got another idea in her mind: You hear clear age pauses, sounds prove, he doesn’t miss. The shadow gets heard: “Joe, could you just for a moment?” I am ready to step in: “Nah, he can’t RN, telling!” She mumble confusion, If I were him, I could cut my tension.