Nothing To Prove

<p>Then there was the tired babysitter standing behind a stall saying</p><p>'good girl' or 'you're okay' while her friend puked in the toilet with</p><p>splattering sounds and a smell of rotten eggs.</p><p>And lastly there was me wishing I could snap my Ungers and My</p><p>back to bed where my snacks and feel-good sitcoms awaited. -nfortunately</p><p>tonight wasn't one of those nights.</p>