Shocked, I stared up into the perfume lady's soft gaze of pity. Yeah, it was pathetic, but she'd been nice enough not to leave me stuck here for hours. My knees wouldn't have held out to the squat much longer. Hunched over, I parted the wall of fabric to step through and gave her a meek glance. "Thanks. I know it's pretty pitiful."
She shrugged and kindly said, "We've all been there."
I straightened my clothes as I stood, feeling foolish when I traced the perimeter of the store for witnesses. I then, less than gracefully, excused myself after thanking her for her help. I almost returned the purse before I left since my experience had been thwarted and thus so had the high I needed to get from it.
Just as I pushed on the heavy, glass doors to leave, my cell rang. I dug it out from under
