Here's to you. Getting cleaned every day at 10am on the dot by the miserable hispanic woman. I wish I knew her. She's on my level, secretly. But she doesn't know it. I wish I could befriend her.
Here's to you old friend. With endless supplies of toilet paper, paper towels and hand soap.
It's got it's quirks though. The stalls are facing the sink and mirror. The stall doors have a slight space in them about half an inch. So it becomes hard not to stare out at people who enter or exit stalls and go to the sink. I make accidental eye-contact every time. So do they. When I go to the sink I look and convince myself I've accidentally caught them catching me. It's not intentional. Why put the crack in the door? Why face them RIGHT at the mirror? Why not put a lip over the space so you do not feel as though you are exposing yourself to the world of sink people. Why put everyone through that?
At times it's quiet. At other times it's too quiet. Not good. Others it's incredibly busy, not good either. But endless amounts of flushing and wiping make up for this.
It makes you wonder in a professional place such as this, with everyone getting up and going, or exiting the bathroom. I pass fellow co-workers and can't help but wonder. Were they pissing? Were they shitting? A lot of people I work with go to the bathroom and take big loud smelly dumps. the PEOPLE I WORK WITH. So clean and proper. Taking big stinking shits. Right at work. Sometimes, WITH me. Unknown to me until the deed is done.
It's tough for me not to wonder whether or not they were pissing or shitting. Or even washed their hands. Some, not anyone I directly work with that I know of, even piss and don't wash. Which I understand is a commonplace practice for men, (not me) but wouldn't you at least pretend if someone else is in the bathroom? For shit sake, pun intended. Why, just last Sunday, I was waiting in a Cumberland Farms bathroom, and an employee exited the stall from shitting presumably, and walked right out without washing his hands.
Now granted, we theorized the many other reasons he could've been in there. I did see an arm go up above the stall as he put on a long sleeve shirt. But many men take coats etc off to shit. I certainly remove a coat if it's on my person, god willing there's a hook. He wasn't in their cleaning, because there was toilet paper EVERYWHERE. So I can only presume he was shitting. Or so I'd hope. Because that makes for a better story. Even better, was he was immediately behind the counter, touching my change and handling my Chicken and Cheese Empanadas. Yes. I might have touched a shitty hand. In both respects of the word.