Dave Pasquesi

DCT. NIGHT.
We had an improv class and we were on our five minute break. Everyone of course makes their way to the restroom to do the business that life affords. Ben is already in there. I step in and the odor is overwhelming. A bathroom can stink. A bathroom can be a place that just smells of urinal cakes. This particular occasion was a smelly episode. So, as I stroll in, I comment, "Wow, this place smells like poop." That's it. An innocent observation that fell out of my mouth. Then Dave Pasquesi steps out of the stall, with his tall body and big eyes, looks directly in my eyes with a slowly twisting head motion and says with a slower than necessary cadence "what a weird place for it to smell like poop." When he said the word "poop" he said it in a popping sound effect way. I don't know if Dave thought I was jabbing at who ever was in the stall or even if he was jabbing at me with a condescending "duh" remark. Then he washed his hands. I peed and the episode came to conclusion.
That's it. Ben loves it.
Josh-