Chapter 7

While I continue my cleaning by mentally organizing my next day to prepare for my future trip, a man enters the toilets by hitting my shoulder. Without seeing me, too tipsy, staring into space, he has already opened his fly and pulled out his machine. I push myself without saying anything, arguing with a dead drunk customer being a waste of time. However, he grabs my arm as he walks closer to talk to me.

" Hey ! Chick how are you? " He lets go of me in a drunken voice.

He has terrible breath. I put a hand to my nose to answer him.

" Better than you ! If you talk to me about being so ready again, I risk cleaning your teeth with the toilet brush "

He lets go of me, almost falling to the ground. It's the kind of heavy client, who once hit in the nose, flirts with anything that moves.

"How dare you talk to me like that?"

He asks me staggering. I'm a customer... Wow! This fur is beautiful...