I walk into the stall and someones leftover PTPPTS is sitting on the seat. I was promptly disgusted by the inability of others to make sure that I can at least pretend that I'm the only one using the bathrooms. Then I had to find a way to get rid of the thing without touching it. This is not fun. Nor were the alternatives all that pleasant; I could use the stall that flushes like a waterfall or the handicapped stall, but neither of those options really appealed to me. So, back to figuring out how to get rid of the PTPPTS. What do you use when you don't want to touch something with your hands? Your shoe, of course. So that's the direction I went. Thankfully, I didn't do something really stupid like put my shoe into the toilet. I think the restrooms here ought to be declared disaster zones so people will know what's in store.
I walk into the stall and someones leftover PTPPTS is sitting on the seat. I was promptly disgusted by the inability of others to make sure that I can at least pretend that I'm the only one using the bathrooms. Then I had to find a way to get rid of the thing without touching it. This is not fun. Nor were the alternatives all that pleasant; I could use the stall that flushes like a waterfall or the handicapped stall, but neither of those options really appealed to me. So, back to figuring out how to get rid of the PTPPTS. What do you use when you don't want to touch something with your hands? Your shoe, of course. So that's the direction I went. Thankfully, I didn't do something really stupid like put my shoe into the toilet. I think the restrooms here ought to be declared disaster zones so people will know what's in store.
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