September 11, 2011
Why would anybody choose this:
When you could choose this:
As far as I know (and I know a LOT), there are no handicapped people in my building.
Let me put that another way. There are most certainly handicapped people in my building. But nobody in my building uses a wheelchair.
So again, given the choice, and the guarantee you will never exit the stall to find a wheelchair-bound co-worker sadly shaking his head and sitting in a mess, why, why would you choose a stall where your elbows hits the walls instead of a cathedral with everything but a cloister?
And yet, as I enter the outhouse at work, the giant pleasure palace seems consistently empty, as if someone is saving it for me.
So, um. Thanks?