One of us (rhymes-with-Bailey) has a...potty problem.
Not in real life, not during tests, or job interviews, or in middle of dinner, but at the worst possible moment: the climax of a movie. Up she gets, leaves the sweet, succulent darkness of the theater and goes off to some dirty cinema bathroom...leaving her movie going partner-in-crime (rhymes-with-Fizz) to fill her in on what came to pass in her absence. It is as infuriating as Michele Bachmann and as constant as the sunrise...