Wednesday, March 24, 2004

the gas we pass

there's nothing more disturbing to me then the sound of someone passing gas while sitting on a toilet in a very small, barely ventilated restroom.

it's bad enough that i know you're sitting in the can, dropping kids off at the pool. i don't need an audio reminder of what's going on. and i certainly don't need to hear the straining in your breathe as you're trying to squeeze out the last reminants of your intestinal products.

usually when i'm sitting on the throne and someone walks in, i try to lay low until the person is out of the restroom. it's partially trying to be considerate and partially being a little embarrassed. some people can just walk into a restroom with a magazine, book, newspaper, what have you at work. my old co-worker used to bring a book in with him.

what's up with that? why anyone wants to read in a room stinking of shit is beyond me. even if it's your own foul smell. people should go in to the restroom, get the deed done, then get the hell quick out of dodge. i can understand having things to read while you're in the crapper. but just sitting there for 10-15 or even 20 minutes so you can read... that's just fucked up.

so i have an interview tomorrow at 2pm. i'm not ready.

what i hate: not having paper towels in a restroom. not so much as wanting my hands dry, but actually not wantting to touch the restroom doornob to get back out. i'm completely paranoid about that. of course, i'm not to the point where i HAVE to have one to open the door, but i feel so DIRTY afterwards. whatever happened to the days when i couldn't have cared less about germs and bacteria? IGNORANCE is BLISS!

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