04 January 2006

Just nasty!

I hadn't planned on posting another entry today, but I really need to vent. In some ways I'm a creature of habit and one of my habits is to use the same stall in the ladies room at work. A little while ago, I had to use "my stall" and was greeted by the red, nasty residue some disgusting heffa left on the seat. I clutched my stomach and raced to another stall while trying to prevent myself from peeing my pants. As I sat, all I could think of was why whomever the nasty heffa was didn't think to clean the seat after she soiled it. I mean, come on; it's not like she didn't notice it as she turned around to flush. Images of what this woman's home must look like twisted my usually iron-clad stomach into knots.

The more I thought about it, the more p.o'd I became. I think about all the times I've heard woman rant and rave about how nasty men are. I hear them say, "I won't read a paper after he's read it because he takes it to the bathroom". Or, "he don't wash his hands after he pees." The list is endless, but yet, I go into the ladies room and get hit with the Red Greeting. If that's not nasty, someone please tell me what is. I've personally seen a woman use the bathroom, heard all her sound effects, and watched her leave the room without washing her hands. This same woman coughs like she's about to cough up chunks of her lungs. Hmmm? Doesn't wash her hands, coughs like an Emphasyma patient, you do the math. Did you come up with she's a germ magnet and transporter? If you did, you get an A. If not, you need remedial classes. Or maybe a lesson in hygeine....LOL! Just kidding. Now, I'm not suggesting this is the woman who left the Red Greeting, I'm just saying. Actually, I'm saying that WOMEN ARE NASTY! That's right, I said and I meant it.

I've spent days in a field in the middle of the mountains at Fort Drum, NY and still managed to stay clean, not stink, wash my hands, and even curl my hair with a portable butane curling iron. So, I don't want to hear about folk not being able to wash their hands in a rest room with at least four working sinks. I also don't want to hear that there was no way for someone not to clean the nasty @*%%&)&#% mess they left behind when the cleaning cart is just outside of said rest room.

So, now you know what caused me to take leave of my faculties and have me post another entry today. And from this I say to all, clean up behind yourself when you use a public restroom because trust me, there's someone like me looking at you with a crooked eye.

7 comments:

BlaqRayne said...

This is exactly why I don't like eating at those office pot-luck luncheons. When I worked in a building with thousands of people, I expected to see nasty ish like that. And you never really know who to narrow it down to. Now we've moved into private office space and we're surrounded by people that we think we know. So when you go to the bathroom and find ish like that, you know it's someone who you'll be taking a pen from, some papers, shaking hands or maybe even giving a hug. But worst of all, you know that one or more of those nasty heffas will be bringing their special dish to the office party and you can only imagine what the special ingredients are. EILL! From what I hear, the men are just as bad. Just today a male co-worker was telling us how frequently the men in our group barely make it to the toilet and MISS! And we're not talking just number 1; we're talking 1, 2 and 3...lol. Now that's just nasty. So the next time you decide to attend a luncheon, beware of dishes with brown gravy, red sauces and meatballs!

BluJewel said...

Runinng from the pc so I can puke!

zeek59 said...

As they say in the song "It wasn't me!"

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