Sitting here, blogging about 1st-world problems, wanting to somehow make a foray into 0th-world problems, listening to music with the help of laptop and headphones. Basic.
I take my headphones out for a moment and rub my eyes. I hear singing coming from the coffee shop restroom. Ardent, sincere, song.
I dare not look up to the face of this lavatory soprano.
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Yesterday was in that bathroom and felt compelled to sing, myself. I felt a bond with lavatory soprano. Call me lavatory baritone. Tenor?
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