today’s wtf moment, brought to you by Gillette
July 14, 2008
My bathroom at work is gross. I’ve described this in detail.
But today it was different from gross. Well, it was still gross. But in ADDITION to gross, today it was downright weird.
I enter the bathroom at my usual time (grist for another post), carrying my usual roll of personal TP (since the TP provided is like a big cheese wheel of high tensile strength rough sandpaper), and I head into the big stall (the little stall is so narrow, one can’t help but to bump elbows on the walls. I don’t like that.).
On the back of the toilet, which is in its usual decrepit condition, is a large stick of Gillette deodorant, Triple 3x Strength, with the manly “Storm Force” scent.
By the way, Gillette has what might be the worst website on the Internet. Try finding deodorants on it. Try navigating it for more than 10 seconds. I would have posted a picture of the deodorant in question, but I went crazy trying to find it on the Gillette site. Suffice to say, it’s the best a man can get.
Anyway. Storm Force on the back of the toilet. Lots of questions. Like, is Senator Craig nearby? Who grooms in this craphole of a bathroom? I mean, this is a bathroom in which, when you sit down, you don’t want your lowered pants to get all the way to the floor, because of what might be down there.
I do my business and head out to the sink. While I’m washing my hands and enjoying our whiz bang infrared detecting paper towel dispenser, a man enters the bathroom behind me, walks straight to the big stall, and then leaves, clutching the big stick of Gillette Triple 3x Strength Storm Force deodorant. No eye contact, no conversation.
I’m pretty sure I’m on a reality TV show, one where the producers create weirder and weirder situations around me until I crack. Well, I am strong. Bring on the dancing bears.