Garlic and mint, my signature mouth fragrance. A delicious yet shortsighted meal, a quick yet fleeting cure. I think of alcohol breath remedies, wonder if any of them are real, wish I had some pennies or potato chips.
"Hi," I say, and I swear she shrinks, not so small that I cannot see her but shrinking all the same. "I have to go to the bathroom," I say, and I go.
What am I going to do here? Hope a stranger has some gum? Wash my mouth out with soap? I would it kill me to choose a swanky club with a bathroom attendant for once?
After I've minutes I go back and she's gone. Can't say I blame her. There's nothing worse than thinking somebody doesn't want you, even if that person stinks.
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