There’s this guy who works in my office. He’s a little older, possibly Middle Eastern or South Asian, short, thin, and always very neatly dressed. Actually, he appears a little out-of-time in his apparel. It’s almost from a previous era but not in the same way mine is. He’s not stuck in the 1990s—or even the 1960s—but more like the 1940s. He has a pencil mustache that reminds me a bit of Cab Calloway. He’s the sort of guy who can wear a pencil mustache and not look like a pervert or a crook.
Anyway, we always seem to have to pee at the same time.