Let's say you're in the bathroom at work, taking care of some sulfurous business... When the transaction is complete, you have to pull up your pants, tuck in your shirt, buckle your belt, retie your bow tie, reconnoiter your spats, and so on, before you can even leave the stall to head to the sink and wash up.
Whose bright design idea was this? Why is there no tiny little rinse-and-dab sink plus auto-dispensing soap right there in easy reach next to the toilet, low, close, and readily available before you even consider standing up?
Who wants poop cooties on their pants, belt, and shirt? I can tell you sir, it is not me.
Whose bright design idea was this? Why is there no tiny little rinse-and-dab sink plus auto-dispensing soap right there in easy reach next to the toilet, low, close, and readily available before you even consider standing up?
Who wants poop cooties on their pants, belt, and shirt? I can tell you sir, it is not me.
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