I dip inside the restroom and pull my phone out. I want to be ready to record in case anyone decides to stop in and do some business. One positive attribute to these gatherings is the bathroom's so clean you could probably eat off the floor and be okay. I'm not trying it, but I don't think twice about planting my ass on a chair in the small sitting area.
A few younger guys bustle in without their jackets, rolling up their sleeves, heading for the sinks and I eavesdrop.
"I can't wait to see what he has for us this week," the first says with a British accent, turning on the water to wash his hands. I hit record' and place the phone into my breast pocket.
The other guy chuckles, turning on his own sink. He uses the water to fix any hairs that've gone astray. "Last week's load was prime."
