It's 3:00 pm EST and I dash off to the ladies room in haste to relieve my rather stressed bladder and then grab a cup of coffee. I go into the ladies room and enter the stall only to be greeted with the bowl full of paper towels. I shake my head cause we all know you're not supposed to put paper towels in the bowl. I move on to the next stall, this too is full of paper; only this time it's toilet paper. Again, I move on. Keep in mind I really hafta pee and am bordering on the pee-pee dance. I open the next stall and get greeted by the brown shark. EUGH! I say loudly, proceed to say a few choice cuss words, before entering the next stall. Fortunately for me, stall number four of six is actually usuable and has nothing to cause me to piss myself. As I anxiously relieve myself, I'm cursing wildly at how disgusting women are. Professional women to boot! I guess I shouldn't expect that just because we all make more than minimum wage that we're all properly potty trained and know public etiquette, but come on let's be for freaking real here.
As I'm exiting my stall, another woman walks in and I watch her as I wash my hands go through the same changes I did. The only difference, she didn't curse loudly. Then I wondered what she really thought about what she saw. Was she too embarassed and annoyed or did she not give a shit? But how can you not be? I mean, let's be for real here...who the hell leaves wads of paper towels or toilet paper in their bathrooms at home? Who leaves shit in the bowl and walks away? That's just nasty! Refering back to the latter, weren't we all taught to check to make sure the shark drowns? I know I sure as hell was and more importantly, why would I want someone to come in and see that shit...literally!
I swear people never cease to amaze me and they sure as hell never cease to make me a proud card carrying member of the "I'm an equal opportunity discriminator: I hate people" club.
I'm sure this is not something you really wanted to read, but I had to get it off my chest.