The morning was quite propitious. The rain clouds cleared quickly on that April morning. I decided to go for a walk. The library building was at the corner and invited me for a visit. I went in. A few patrons were sitting here and there. After having checked out my favorite books I wanted to use the men’s restrooms. I checked the desk of the librarian but could not find the men’s restroom key.
I kept looking everywhere and still could not find the men’s restroom key. So I addressed the librarian in no uncertain terms.
“ Gill, for God’s sake, can you tell me where I can find the men’s restroom key? “
“I don’t know my dear Henry, “ Gill answered graciously.
I have been a loyal and generous patron of the library for a long time. I imagine my contribution would at least allow me to be able to use the men’s restroom.
“Well, my dear Gill, I need to go so please let’s find that damn key, “ I said.
So Gill and I went and inspected every little corner of the library to no avail and after half an hour of a desperate and frantic search, we just abandoned and I would have just peed my pants. No, for God’s sake, I just placed myself in a cathartic stage, an abnegation of reality, the denial of a fundamental urge, and forgot about my own nature. Finally I went to the pub next door…
