March 27, 2012
I have a few regular gimmicks for my blog. You know, ski or bike video, bathroom conundrums, friday news roundup. All that. Here’s kind of a new one, ripped off from SNL: Really? As in, you really did that? Or, you just pushed the dog into the tub, while I was in it–Really?
Not too long ago, at a basketball game, I was using a urinal (okay, I hate the word urinal. I don’t hate it as much as I hate the word nostril, or even ointment, but I hate it. A lot.) adjacent to the urinal Holden was using. Holden spit his gum into the, er, toilet. I gave him a small lecture about how someone was going to have to fish that gum out of there. Someone working for minimum wage who already hated his job was going to have to reach in and grab his gum–already an unpleasant task without the whole “urinal” thing.
So, I work in a fairly nice facility. In fact, here’s a picture of the outside:
I’m pretty sure that every single person working in this building is an adult. That is, old enough to know better.
So, in a class A office space, with waterless urinals with spiffy (albeit often crooked) golf mats, who in the Hell spits gum into the urinal?