Group 2

she is wearing the same outfit. it's different, but it's really the same. and this time, when one of the members walks through the door, she says "hi" and clears her throat so that you know that she is nervous and desperately wants to be respected or possibly even feared. that she could even imagine her presence creating fear in someone is near beyond belief. she says hello and tells him to pee in a cup all while she pushes the cup right into his chest so that he knows what is happening long before the words make it out of her dry throat and thin, red lips. he pees in the cup while she waits on the opposite side of the door, listening. he opens the door, welcoming her into his pee station and in her attempt to assertively and seamlessly screw the cap on to begin the examination, she agitates the cup just enough that just a tiny bit spills onto her right index and middle fingers. he sees this and chuckles, starting to speak, but says nothing as he fixes his eyes on her, watching her grow red and forcibly avoid confirmation of the slip. "What kind of person am I dealing with here?" he must have been thinking. But as she re-focused her attention from the warm, yellow drips, she carried right along, tightening the cap, ready to administer the exam. yes, she flips the cup over, allowing his "goods" to enter the tiny testing device and mark positive or negative for a wide range of vices. she explains the exam, noting the importance of the tiny lines they each anticipate. when one doesn't show, she literally says, "humph!" he only looks at her, knowing something is up. when she asks if he sees a line under the purple column marked "OPI," he confirms that "no," he does not see a line, but that surely, he is not high on opiates. as she asks for carol, he thinks about the everything bagel he had for a snack. the bagel had poppy seeds on it. "what did you eat today?" carol asks, knowing this person can not be on opiates. "shit, carol, i ate a bagel with poppy seeds. carol, i'm not taking opiates." she focused on the spot where there should be a line. "i think i see a faint line." she adjusted her glasses. "yea, there's a faint line there. do you see it?" carol asked him. he said "yes," that he'd seen the line. when he looked at her, he knew she didn't see a line and his eyes admitted to her that he hadn't seen it either. the third party, who had likely taken this brief moment to wipe the piss off her hand onto her orange pant leg, wanted to see the line, too. "it's there," said carol dumping the urine into the toilet. "don't eat poppy seeds before one of these," carol said. "i won't," he said.