Monday, November 08, 2010


It's bad enough that I'm aware that the door to the bathroom at work might be covered will all manner of cooties. After all, you can see the finger oil all over it, which is why I often push it open from about a height of six feet where others are unlikely to touch, and even then, I try to do it with my elbow. But today, I was on the sixth floor and the door had blood smears staring about two inches above the metal push plate and extending about an inch or two below the plate.

a.) I don't want to know where that blood came from. I hope you cut your finger on the sink and that it's not the result of wiping.
b.) Regardless of where it came from, Ish.
c.) Ish ish.

I used my foot to open the door.

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