Today's random bathroom encounter...
J.P. ran excitedly into
my cubicle this morning and said, "I've got one for you. There's a guy in the men's room stall
with no shoes on!"
So I sprinted in gung-ho... and yes, indeed, there was. His left shoe was
next to him. His right shoe was on at this time.
One shoe off. Bare foot on the tile floor. Small feet.
Shiny black dress shoes.
Barefoot in stall #4. Just gross.
(No picture; the bathroom was quite crowded).
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Garbage Shirt
Today, I found what appeared to be a perfectly good-looking button-up dress shirt in the men's room garbage after 5pm today.
It was almost as if someone had just decided that Facconable dress shirts were wear-once like disposable contact lenses.
When I saw this oddity in the garbage, I noticed that my co-worker Gary was just finishing up in Urinal #1. I broke my own no-communication rule given the weirdness of the situation and we spoke of why someone would throw away their work shirt.
So I wrapped my hand in several paper towels and slowly pulled out the button-up Facconable dress shirt. It was littered with these little spots... Spots of what though?!? Poop? Vomit? Blood? Salad dressing? Pen ink?
It was almost as if someone had just decided that Facconable dress shirts were wear-once like disposable contact lenses.
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| Garbage Shirt-1 |
When I saw this oddity in the garbage, I noticed that my co-worker Gary was just finishing up in Urinal #1. I broke my own no-communication rule given the weirdness of the situation and we spoke of why someone would throw away their work shirt.
So I wrapped my hand in several paper towels and slowly pulled out the button-up Facconable dress shirt. It was littered with these little spots... Spots of what though?!? Poop? Vomit? Blood? Salad dressing? Pen ink?
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| Garbage Shirt-2 |
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