So I pop into the men's room at work today to take care of some business, and there's the obligatory guy finishing up one of those traumatizing bowel movements (you know, the ones that make it sound like the guy is giving birth in the next stall
). While I'm drying off my hands after my post-pee washing, the guy exits his stall, hitches up his pants, and goes directing out the door without even glancing at the sink. And I'm standing there like, "Thanks, asshole, now I have to grip the filthy door handle with my freshly-washed hand in order to get out of here."
I mean, I always wrap my hand in my work apron (or my shirt or jacket when I'm not at work, a paper towel if I can manage it) whenever I exit a public restroom anyways, but still...that's nasty.
). While I'm drying off my hands after my post-pee washing, the guy exits his stall, hitches up his pants, and goes directing out the door without even glancing at the sink. And I'm standing there like, "Thanks, asshole, now I have to grip the filthy door handle with my freshly-washed hand in order to get out of here."
I mean, I always wrap my hand in my work apron (or my shirt or jacket when I'm not at work, a paper towel if I can manage it) whenever I exit a public restroom anyways, but still...that's nasty.

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