bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

I come out of the rightmost of two stalls into the tiny and crowded restroom of the Laundrolounge. A trio of girls blocks my way to the sinks, and yet I have to get to past them, because I don't want them to think that I'm gross by forgoing the post-urination handwashing.

They see my need and get out of the way. I can tell they're going to be here awhile. Girls often linger in the bathroom, either to gossip in private and relative quiet or to touch up their hair, makeup, clothes, and all the other accoutrements to being a girl. But these girls aren't worrying about their makeup. I can sense some drama going on. I finish up at the sink and turn to grab some paper towels. Right next to the paper towels is one of the girls, completely ruining her carefully-applied mascara by allowing tears to spill down her cheeks.

This is awkward, or at least I assume it is for her. I hate crying in front of other people. I feel weak and ugly, and that's really not a good combination for me. I prefer witty and radiant, to tell you the truth. This poor girl is miserable and here some tall girl is intruding on her private moment. I can hardly pretend that I didn't notice, so I make a snap decision, based on years and years of being a girl. I look her in her red, wet eyes and say,

"He ain't worth it."

"I know," she sniffles back.

Ha! I win. A twenty-something girl crying into the shoulders of her friends inside the restroom of a club? There's a man involved.

I throw my paper towel away and catch the eye of one of her friends as I'm leaving. "You're so right," she whispers as I pull on the door to exit and leave these girls to their moment. I've been in her shoes before, consoling a girlfriend as she wept and wailed over some guy that wasn't even worth her time. I don't feel bad for possibly dissing a great boyfriend - a girl's gal pals are usually right. I hope somehow the fact that a complete stranger could tell that this guy was a creep gives her the strength to cut him loose, but I doubt it. Then again, us females are a sappy crew, and we tend to attach too much significance to the things that happen to us. Maybe this girl sees me as some sort of relationship fairy godmother.

Cool.