Wednesday, September 10, 2008
A very serious post about touching your bare ass to a stranger's.
Winter has descended upon the magical land of Chicago. Okay, it's not freezing yet but the evenings are now 45 degrees. For some reason, during cold weather, my trips to the bathroom are more frequent. Probably because I still drink a lot of water and wear my sassy open toe shoes.
Anyway, I held it too long today (no, I didn't pee on myself!) and commented how I hoped I could line the seat with TP before I had an accident.
I then entered that strange place that makes you forget everything... EVEN THE NEED TO PEE!
The ladies (women I work with) looked at me like I had lost my mind and asked me WHY I would line the seat...
Because I don't want anybody else's cooties?
Is everybody else okay with sharing dead skin cells from someone else's butt?
If you enter the bathroom right after your boss, and he's seen walking out with a magazine under his arm, it would be like touching your bare butt to your boss’ bare ass. Is that okay with you?
How about bumping bare buttocks with some random stranger who only showers on the 29th of February?
What if someone peed all over the seat and then cleaned it, do you think the germys disinfected themselves?
Why? Why wouldn't you take an extra few seconds to treat your butt with the pampering it needs?
I am seriously disturbed people! (I am not saying I'm a disturbed individual, I'm saying the toilet thing disturbs me.)
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I realize that I just might have given you too much information about my peeing habits. No need to send me an email to complain about mental pictures.
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