The lavatory has been locked for three hours solid…. I think they are using it for an operating room….
NURSE: “I can’t find her pulse, doctor.”
DR. BENWAY: “Maybe she got it up her snatch in a finger stall.”
NURSE: “Adrenalin, doctor?”
Above: treat yourself to the panoramic view from the throne in the can at the Chinatown in the strip mall next to what used to be the Tom Thumb supermarket in Westlake. “Chinatown” refers to a couple of semi-related Austin restaurants, rather than to an actual Chinatown, of which, unsurprisingly, there isn’t one in Austin, although there are plenty of disaffected youths sneaking Burroughs paperbacks into public washrooms.
And there are crab Rangoons. I have never understood this stuff, which if you’ve never eaten one, is a glob of cream cheese, or whitish ooze, or mugwumpian secretion of some sort, squished into a wonton wrapper and deep-fried. You dunk it in a mixture of sweet fluorescent pink sauce and hot yellow mustard, which can nauseate you if you look at it too long. It tastes vulgar, like a seedy carnival, and not necessarily in a bad way. I have never experienced anything resembling crab in association with eating one.