He would have fallen ever deeper into his fantasy if not for his then raging need to urinate. Scanning the lot, he figured if he was sneaky enough and could maneuver a half squat, half crouch position he could relieve himself between his car and a dusty station wagon with far too many left-leaning bumper stickers. He crept out of the driver’s seat, loins cramping from the pressure. He duck walked low around the vehicle and got down to where nothing but his eyes peeked over the windows to watch for any incoming interrupters, unzipped and talked himself into releasing a stream. His timing was as always, terrible. A man with a fatherly arm around a lean teenager was belched out of the glass doors as Marvin pushed the coffee out. He didn’t even need the binoculars to know they were the reason
