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(No Title)Of course, I was tempted. Wouldn't you be? I'd been desperate to use the public facilities at the local Tires Plus store. After squatting, not sitting, on the commode, for as many seconds as it took to start feeling the burn in my thigh muscles, I grabbed for the loose roll of toilet paper. It promptly dropped and rolled across the grimy floor as if on fire. I was left to drip-dry, while contemplating how the heck I was going to get out of there communicable-disease-free. Ah, the lavatory, I thought. It will be equipped with water, soap and paper towels, all the comforts of home. Reaching instinctively for the faucet handle, I stopped cold. In front of me was the grossest, filthiest, most despicably grunge-intensive sink I have ever beheld. But I must, I thought, I need to wash my hands! I reached out again, tentatively at first, but with steely resolve. So determined was I to be cleansed that I practically threw myself into the waiting arms of the temptor. And then I saw the sign. A sign from God? "Please Do Not Lean On The Sink. Thank You. The Management." If I leaned, or perhaps even if I touched, the precariously attached sink was as likely to roll across the floor as the toilet paper had been. I backed away, slowly. Obediently. I had to wonder later, though, whether the guy responsible for cleaning the Tires Plus bathroom thought the sign said, "Please Do Not Clean On The Sink." Behold, the power of Please.
Posted by Katy on 05/09/01 at 01:29 PM
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