After a nine minute shit you run full speed from the restroom out the doors and down the street. You whoosh by in a blur. A sudden breeze ruffles the cashier's hair, makes cheap printed ad signs flutter against their clear tape bonds. You left in such a flash that no one even saw you. You could see the lone shopper and cashier frozen in space. You actually snagged a brownie pack off a shelf on the way out. You pass cars on the road and turn left. You are in the park. You sit on a park fence to rest. Nibbling at your brownie.