Which Floor Are Your Restrooms On?

L Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only answer I will accept to my question, Is the one given... That I am to understand. Anything else that is less specific, Is a performance. A song and dance routine. And any other day 'but' today, I would have been prepared to critique. But time like that to give becoming more precious, I would prefer my question to be answered... Without the benefit of your dramatics, Or the added tour. Today... And please don't take my comments to offend! I would like your response as quick and direct, With your making that possible. 'I understand. But neither am I here... To listen to anyone's sermon. Now... What was your question? I had forgotten how simple it was to answer.' I had asked... Which floor are your restrooms on? 'The second.' That's all. What was so difficult about that? 'You looked as if you had something else on your mind.' I didn't. But... Mother Nature has come to change all of that. Second floor? 'Yes. And don't hurt yourself by rushing.'

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