Bathrooms and Math

I’m in a public bathroom. I need to pee and to put toilet paper in my panties because I’m bleeding and have no tampon. The stalls aren’t very tall. I get into a stall and two men with someone in a wheelchair come in. The person in a wheelchair needs to go to the bathroom (is it a woman? is that why they’re in the women’s bathroom?). One of the men is looking over the stall wall and talking to me. He thinks my stall is big enough to practice basketball in. I’m burning with anger and humiliation.

I am talking to a woman about the show Numb3rs. She’s a mathematician but has never heard of the show. She’s fascinated by the prospect of a popular show revolving around math. Obviously she has no TV. I invite her over to watch the show. Our apartment (Michael and I are still married) is in NYC. It is quite small and cluttered. The woman comes over at 7, but I’ve forgotten that prime time in NY starts at 8. The TV is old, and we don’t have cable. I am turning the knob to change the channel, looking for the show when I realize that it’s still too early. All the channels have black and white reruns or movies on. We decide to chat until the show comes on.