Kevin Kline (center) - Colby Smothers (in silver) |
Anyway, at the interval I went to the bathroom with a million other old coots. Matinee, you know - enlarged prostates and all.
So the line goes down the stairs and at the bottom there is an usher directing traffic. Well this old f*ck (younger than me, but still old) cuts in front of me. Actually, he tries to cut in front of me.
So I hold up my phone, which I am typing on so he can't get in front of me. I don't look up but I say, "Nope. There's a line."
He looks at me and says "What are you, the Toilet Gestapo?"
I was mildly witty and responded "No, the Line Gestapo. Behind me." But l thought of a million other things to say later.
On my way home I decided I do kind of like the title Toilet Gestapo though. It places like that it is necessary. If not me, then who? If not now, then when?