splash and go

After a meeting over at Riverside this morning to discuss the vagueries of upcoming product releases and the contingencies that surround them, I departed for Goodlife not knowing that less than 30 seconds after turning the key in the car that I would be in dire need of a facility.

At this point, a review of the liquids that I had consumed this morning is in order:

• one large cup of coffee
• one litre of water
• one large chocolate milk

By the time I pulled up to the traffic light on Riverside Drive, my toe was tapping and my mind was focused on nothing other than the need to see a man about a horse.

I quickly wheeled into a strip-mall pub, where the barmaid welcomed me, attempting to either direct me to a table, or set me up with a pint. The last thing on my mind at this point was additional fluid intake. I made a b-line for the WC, quickly telling her that I was going to be meeting some friends who were sure to follow in just a couple of minutes.

Once the necessary was complete I exited the WC, gave a quizzical look around the pub, shrugged my shoulders, looked concerned due to the inexcusable latenesss of my posse, grabbed my cell from my pocket in an apparent attempt to contact those who were leaving me high anddry, and headed out the door to place the call.

Mission accomplished.

I jumped back in the car, feelin' great relief, and headed off the to gym without fear of damaging the leatherette.