“I’m very rich,” he told her.
“I have seven doctorate degrees,” he told her.
“I’m an Olympic gold medallist in track and field,” he told her.
“I have starred in three different Broadway productions,” he told her.
“I’m wanted in fourteen states for forgery, perjury, and fraud,” he told her.
It was a dark and stormy night.
The meteorologists were all very confused. They had anticipated darkness (because the first lesson of Meteorology 100 is that it’s always dark at night, which tended to confuse the Alaskans), but most of them had only predicted light showers.
Actually, none of them cared.
Cheeks burning with the scalding flames of embarrassment, he walked swiftly in the opposite direction from which he had come. The startled shriek and the accusing scowl had brought him to the sudden realization that the pink room containing no urinals was not a place in which he was welcome.
Hayden always reads the signs now.