While leading visiting family members on a rather longish walk through Nichols Arboretum, I discovered that I needed to pee so intensely that I briefly considered ducking behind #32, Black Walnut. As Dad piloted the car back to the center of town, he slowed and said, "That campus building's open. Want to get out here?" Yes. I did.
I was out of the car before I realized it was Hill Auditorium. I walked in as the "Star Spangled Banner" was playing. Some event was underway, and I clearly didn't have a ticket to get in. An usher handed me a program and whispered, "There's seating available in the balcony." "Thank you," I whispered back and made a beeline to the restroom on the left.
As soon as I was more, er, comfortable, I actually looked at the program and saw it was Senior Day for the law school. Hey - I know a law school graduate - Law School P.! I flipped to the list of Candidates for Juris Doctor Degree, and there he was. Oh, his middle name's N.! Tee-hee!
I'll call you tomorrow P., I thought, as I stepped out the side door and resumed familial obligations.
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