I was in the airport in Hyderabad. I ate a full meal, their famous biryani, but Siobhan didn’t join me. She was right that it was unwise as I suddenly had a need to go to the toilet. Only I had to find it first.
“Hurry up,” she said as I left the line waiting to get on the plane.
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It wasn’t far but when I got there I was afraid of what I might find. There were two open stalls and I opted for the larger one. I pushed the door open, peered in and it was tiled in smooth bottle green square tiles. In the center of the stall the tile curved into an oval hole in the floor.
I was relieved to find it. And the toilet may have been a little worn out, but it was clean, and once I had finished my business I came back to the line, only it had gotten longer, and I could no longer see the front.
At the end was a younger woman, short blond hair, in an orange puffer jacket, so I stood behind her.
“Is this the plane going to Hyderabad?” I asked.
“No,” she said. ”You are in the wrong line.”
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