Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath and walked towards where he was sitting.
“Hi Bob,” she said in a happily
“Hey Angela,” he replied in a tone that sounded like a constipated elephant.
“You like the movie?” Angela asked
“Yeah, but I have to go to the bathroom,” still in that constipated tone
“Then go, it sounds like you really need to.”
“But this is the best scene.”
“He’s going to the bathroom on the movie.”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly what? It’s a boring scene.”
“Whatever ill go” he blurted out. He was a cheetah in getting back to the seat.
“It took you like 30 seconds to go to the bathroom.”
“I sprinted and took a power poo,” he said in a puff.
“Of course you did.”
Angela got up and never talked to Bob again.
