Brent McGregor | Väinämöinen (vaino) wrote in paxletalelogs, @ 2017-05-19 08:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | chernobog, vainamoinen |
and then the old Väinämöinen
Who: Brent & Matt
What: Spa day goes awry.
Where: WiLoft Spa
When: Friday, May 19
Brent slouched on a bench in the steam room. His back was in one corner, his legs stretched out toward another, taking up an utterly unreasonable amount of space in the room. He rolled his shoulders against the wall as though he might nestle himself more comfortably against its hard surface. The room's only other occupant was wearing a distinctly unpleasant expression, a consequence of ten solid minutes of Brent explaining the least savory details of his work.
"So he's sitting there," he was saying, gesticulating wildly with bare, sweaty arms. "Splayed out in this wheelchair, wearing nothing but that little papery gown. He had some test or something, I don't know, I had to take him to radiology. And you remember I said he'd pissed himself, right? Well of course he shit all in that wheelchair, too. Just everywhere. And then he'd sat in it for God knows how long, so it was just everywhere..."
The other man slid farther down the bench, closer to the door, still futilely seeking a way to make his escape without seeming rude. Brent, it seemed, was having none of it.
"Have you ever been in a hospital? Because listen, you can clean things up, but I swear it's like that smell just gets stuck in your nose. Then you're just smelling shit and that cleaning stuff, and nothing really gets rid of that unless you go in the supply closet and huff some bleach or something. And I try not to -- hey, where are you going?"
The man slipped out of the door without so much as a wave goodbye. Brent made a series of guttural sounds and animal gestures in protest. The door shut and he settled back, alone, against the wall. With no-one to talk to, soon his eyelids were growing heavy; he found himself slumping further and further down onto the bench, and at last his loud snores echoed off the walls.