Frank had a brilliant idea this morning. It occurred when Greg announced that he had to use the restroom facilities there at JJ's. His exact words were, "I have to go potty."
Greg stood and walked away, and when he closed the restroom door behind him, Frank said in a low voice, “Let’s give it a few seconds, then anyone who’s got a camera on their cell phone—how many is that?”
Eight men pulled out their phones.
“Okay," Frank continued conspiratorially. "When I open the restroom door we'll all take a picture of Greg doing his thing. Agreed?”
“Yes!” was the unanimous response.
I was one of only two men who did not have a camera on my cell phone for the very excellent reason that I do not have a cell phone, so I could only watch as the others quietly tiptoed up to the restroom door.
“On three,” Frank said quietly, and the others nodded their agreement. “Ready? One, two, THREE!”
Frank shoved the door open just as Greg came walking out. He had already finished doing whatever it was that he’d had to do, and although a couple of camera flashes went off, all they caught was Greg’s friendly smile.
“Hi, guys,” he said. “What’s up?"
"Not a thing," said Lorenzo, "not a friggin' thing."
Everyone returned to their cups of coffee, sadder but no wiser.
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