All was going as planned until he desperately had to go to the bathroom... while I had my hair full of foils. I tried to convince him to hang on; he did his best to oblige, but mother nature was more convincing. So, we ran through the mall to the furthest end of Myer (similar to Macy's). I'm sure people noticed, but I didn't notice them noticing me because I was too busy making it a point to reassure Kessler that we were nearly at the toilet. Not for his sake, of course. Anyone within earshot was going to know that I do not accessorize with foils.
Kessler finished his business and we sauntered back to the salon. I searched for ways to surreptitiously explain my appearance to those who might have missed the first spectacle. I drew a blank. Finally we were safely back at the salon.
About 30 minutes later, nature called again. At least this time the stylist was nearly finished drying my hair so we made our way to Myer for the second time. Kessler made a mad dash as soon as the restroom door was in sight. I arrived just a few seconds after him. After a few more seconds I stood outside of the only stall with a closed door. "Are you okay, buddy?" "Yes." "Do you need any help?" "No." "Okay, let me know if you do." "Okay." A few seconds later the lock began to turn. I gently pushed the door open so I could go in and help him button his pants. Much to my horror I found an equally horrified woman staring back at me. In typical Aussie style she says, "I'm 'right; thanks for checking."
Regaining composure, I quickly scanned the row of stalls once more trying to find the closed door that I previously missed. There wasn't one. "Kessler?" "Yes." I walked toward his voice and found him 2 stalls down, door wide open. Just sitting there, resting his chin in his hands, without a care in the world.
