Arctic Chill

The restroom at work today was like taking a trek across the frozen Tundra. The air conditioner was set to meatlocker cold. That combined with the management removing the warm water from the tap makes for a very chilly pee break.

On the floor I work at there are two bathrooms; a large one near the elevator, and a second one further away. I like to mix it up when I use the john. I don't like people to know my business when I'm doing my business. First, I hit the main head today (Not the one with the freezing air conditioner), and one of my co-workers, whom I don't see that often anywhere in the building was in the main bathroom. And out of the three urinals he could have chosen to use, which did he use? The middle one! He broke the cardinal rule of even spacing at the urinal. Whenever possible, you start at the end of the line to leave a buffer zone. What kind of freak is he?

I'll tell you what kind of freak he is. When I got to the sink to wash my hands, I noticed he used a paper towel to touch the soap pump so he didn't have to touch it. That's questionable. If there were any germs on the soap pump, you'd quickly wash them away with the soap! And our faucets are automatic, so he didn't have to touch the faucet handels. Can we say Howard Hughes paranoid?