Episode 23

MY V.I.
(a soap opera)



Cindy got dressed in record time, jumped into her new Mustang and put the extra horse power to work. As she roared down the 55 Freeway she decided to break a second law by using her cellphone.

Trudy Hayes was working on the computer at the V.I. when the phone rang.

"Good morning, Village Inn."

"Trudy -it's Cindy!"

"Yes."

"Oh my god - you're not going to believe who just called me!"

"Let me guess, uh . . Publisher's Clearinghouse."

"No, silly. Michelle!"

"Michelle?! Where is she?"

"Well, she left me a message saying that she's hiding in the ladies room by the ferry - where's the ladies room by the ferry?"

Trudy explained where the restrooms were and Cindy continued down the freeway onto the Island and made a left on Agate St.; parking a couple of blocks up from the ferry.

Cindy made her way past the Island Grill and, with great trepidation, approached the door to the ladies room.
Inside, there were two older women chattering and washing their hands so Cindy stood back and waited for them to finish. Once they'd left, she looked under the stalls and spotted a scuffed pair of red patent leather high heels - one of which had a wad of toilet paper wrapped around it. Cindy tapped lightly on the stall door and was startled by the response.

"I'm in here - GO AWAY!"

"Michelle - it's me, Cindy."

What followed was a great sigh of relief and alot of rustling of fabric. The door unlatched and out came a haggard and exhausted Michelle; wig askew and fighting mad.

"I was about ready to strangle of couple of these damn tourists. Can't a girl be left alone when she's hiding out in a public restroom for god sake! People banging and jiggling the damn door and I'm yelling, 'back off, bimbo!' That usually worked but some of these chicks are relentless!"

Cindy just stared and fought back an avalanche of laughter.

"What?!" Michelle asked.

"Nothing, honey. I'm just so relieved you're o.k."

Cindy opened the door and Michelle shielded her eyes from the sunlight as they emerged from the restroom.

"Oh my god - I hope no one sees me," Michelle whispered. "Where'd you park?"

Cindy pointed to her car at the end of Agate.

"Crap! Could you have parked any further away?!"

"Sorry!" Cindy said fighting back the giggles.

Among the handful of people waiting to board the ferry, a couple of them pointed and commented on the peculiar sight of the lady in the red evening dress, crooked wig and trailing toilet paper on her heel as she hobbled down the street.

Cindy unlocked the car doors remotely and they both plopped down inside.

"Oh, by the way. You need to take off that wig and hide your face as we drive off the Island."

"Why?"

"Well, let's just say Trixie Louise is a very wanted woman!"



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