INT. PUBLIC RESTROOM
My younger BROTHER sits in a stall, attempting to overcome his fear of defecating in a room full of strangers. I am washing my hands, post-urination, having unpredictably overcome my own chronic case of "pee shyness."
Our DAD enters the restroom.
DAD: [immediate, furious, audible urination]
Brief pause.
DAD: [weak but audible, trumpet-being-run-over-by-a-car-left-in-neutral flatulence that kinda smells like peanut butter and broccoli]
BROTHER: Dad?
Monday, February 8, 2010
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