By, Nan Claire Falkner
“A payphone!” She looked at the overflowing toilet kids had stuffed paper towels in. Hardy Har Har” she shouted – “Not funny! Saw you Marky – you twerp!”
“Who has a quarter in an emergency?” but she found one.
Dialing the office number, she could see the water encroaching toward her expensive designer shoes – “Damn it – these are new!”
“Please hold” and a fifteen second delay. “How may I assist you?” The snotty receptionist said impatiently.
“Sandy – the toilet’s overflowing in the boys’ bathroom.”
Seething, Clara felt water seep around her toes. Dropping the phone, she sprinted upstairs.