Open Letter

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  1. There’s a guy in my office like that… he comes in, washes his hands, then goes into the stall and gives everything a good once-over, then washes his hands again, then goes back and puts paper towels down on the floor (I guess so his pants cuffs don’t drag through the filth on the shiny tiles) then washes his hands again and uses the waterless nuclear decontamination gel, then goes back in, closes the door, tears off a loooooong strip of TP and hangs it over the door along the hinge side and the lock side so no one can peek through the crack (?!) and then on the floor where he can see the reflection of the sink area (and maybe someone might see back.. if they could be bothered ro look) THEN he does his business, wipes, wipes, wipes… comes out, washes hands again, then throws away 1/4 of the Brazilian rainforest worth of paper products he’s accumulated then–wait for it– washes his hands again, nuclear-sanitation-gel cleans and waits to air dry, then takes another paper towel to open the door with and chucks that one out somewhere along the way back to his desk.

    I feel your pain. (although this time next Friday I’ll be wrapping things up and preparing to move onnnnnnnn from this job)

  2. You realize that the guy you’re describing probably has serious OCD and breaks down crying every night because he can’t… get… clean…

    That’s actually pretty sad…

    As for those women, it took me awhile to get used to FOOT PRINTS ON THE TOILET SEAT when I was in SE Asia this spring. Due to the preponderance of squat toilets a lot of women don’t believe toilet seats are clean and will stand on them and …aim… rather than sitting. Which just makes things WAY MESSIER. I could never get used to putting toilet paper in the garbage next to the toilet, myself, either. Just… eew.

    But seriously, how hard is it really to just be businesslike in the bathroom?

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