Did you want the unpleasant observation first, or the good one?
Let's just get the toilet talk out of the way, so we don't have an unpleasant smell in our mouths after reading. Let's dispose of it, as you will!
Bathroom Blues
I am convinced that there is something written on my shoe that tells people upon entering the bathroom, to "please use the stall next to me".
Now, if people gotta go, then you gotta go but when there is one empty bathroom and I am the only one occupying one stall of ten, why do people think it is okay to take the stall next to mine? Are you lonely? Is my shoe directing you to do such thing? Because I know it isn't written on my face that you should join me since you can't see it. It must be my evil shoe luring all like a Siren with its evil Siren song!
Killer Fritters
Earlier this week, we got wind (thanks to website
midtownlunch.com)
of something special being sold at Dean & Doluca near the job. An apple fritter for $3.50 was the something special but not as special as it could be due to its not-hot-out-the-oil freshness, and warm goodness.
