Excerpt - Dudley Storch, age 34, woke up with a
rather severe hangover. It was an early Monday morning in spring and all around
him were the sounds of other people who were living in his apartment building,
getting ready to go to work. Looking out a nearby window, he could see that it was going
to be a bright and sunny morning. The sounds
of car doors being opened and then shut drifted up into his room.
'Shit', he thought. 'Do they have have
to make so much noise?' Dudley slowly sat up in bed and stretched. A
movement that only made his head pound more. Slowly, so as not to
pass out, he swung his feet over the edge and onto the
floor. One foot lightly rested on an overturned beer can. As he stood up, however, the
can collapsed under his weight. (Thankfully, it was empty of any
contents). Just then, there was a loud
knock out in the living room at his front door.
[Bam Bam Bam] 'Hey in there! Anyone at home?'
Came a muffled feminine voice.
'Yeah, hold on a sec will ya!' Dudley
shouted out from his room, while trying to get one foot into a pair of faded
jeans. His foot didn't quite make the leg hole and he stumbled
against a dresser. Hopping up and down now, he was finally able to get both his
feet into the jeans and was then able to wrench them up around his small
waist. (A waist that also exhibited just the hint of a developing beer gut). He also
needed to pee, but felt the need to get to the door first to see what all
the fuss was about.
Out in the living room, everything had
gone quiet. Dudley, shirtless, with splayed out hair and a full bladder approached
his front door. He grasped the knob and slowly opened his door that
had a large '5' on it, stamped just over a peep hole. Looking out both ways,
he saw that the hall was empty before noticing a white piece of paper
that had fallen from the door jam. Bending down, with a frown on his
face, he picked it up and went back inside.
Going to the bathroom and then into the kitchen, he tossed the
note onto the top of a well worn kitchen table before scrounging around inside the
fridge. Grabbing a container of milk and some juice, he turned to
place them next to the note before going after a half empty box of
cereal.
Finally, seated with a bowl of Cheerios
and a glass of milk and juice, he opened the note and read....
Interesting! Did he ever get to pee?
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