I wish I were in a cubicle right now instead of here. I have to go home now. I'll get her number and leave. I should spray some cologne on myself first. What do they have? Look in the medicine cabinet. Polo, dammit. Oh, hello, Egoiste.  I spray some on and leave the bathroom. There she is. I walk up to her and her friends.

"Um, hey. Um can I get your number? I mean can I call you and get together some-"

I'm suddenly interrupted by Shirese's friend #1. "Did you pee in your pants?"

"No," Shirese replies. "It's Sprite."

"Yeah, um I spilled Sprite-actually it was beer but, well, an accident," I explain with my hands.

"Here," says Shirese as she hands me a piece of paper. "Call me whenever."

"Okay. Thanks. Well, bye."

"Bye."

I open the front door. "See ya, Guy!"

"Bye, Jeff."

I'm back. What did I miss?

"Nothing. I got her number."

Very good, David. Does your leg sting?