Indiani Stare

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”

Going in for an operation is easy, waiting around to be checked in is the most tedious task for me. learning from my first experienced how unhurried this is I came prepared with my Android to play a little Pandora, and the comedy “Super Bad.” Walking up the check in taking great relief in knowing afterward I can go seat and enjoy some music and watch comedy keeps me smiling. I reach the window, wait 15mins for a representative to even speak to me; another five minutes for the representative to take my ID card and tell me to go have seat. I smile, happy to hear those words.I adjust myself very cozy in the dark red semi comfortable seats and let out a mental, “ahaa,”   prop my feet up, and reach over in my black backpack to grab my headphones ready to let the sound take over my body. I pull out my headphones, get the tunes going, and of course, my bladder had a plan. I grunt a little, stand up, walk over to the restroom. Hurrying to do my business suddenly an exotic looking woman walks in. She has the must fire red and wildly black hair combination I have ever seen. She looks at me with her onyx eyes showing no signs of embarrassment and says in sultry voice, “My fault, didn’t realize” and turn to walk out, grabbing the door handle, pushes, pulls, nothing. She turns around, looks at me, and says, “When you’re done with that; I can use a hand.”Standing there scuffling to, “hmm”, finish up and put Junior away. I thought things could not get any weirder.

The automatic door to the bathroom malfunction, there is a practice fire alarm, and we are stranded in a bathroom in the deep corner of the hospital. I zip up, walk toward the door, the exotic looking, short well-framed females looks up at me, “I need your clean hands, please.” Embarrassed, I go clean my hands and walk back over to the door trying to open it with no avail. Shrug, “Guess we are stuck.” In reply, “I guess so”… Well, “I am Katline.” “I am Jay” and “ya, I guess so.”We sat on the floor and talked for what seemed to be forever about everything. I think we both forgot where we were till the doors up. We both stood up, neither of seeming relieved by the unlocking of the doors. We exchange numbers and have already talked 3 times  so far great experience” meeting a new friend in a weird place.”