I'm thinking I may just do a weeklong series on the oddities that make me me (part I is here).
Mmm...on second thought maybe not. I like the fact that I have deluded myself in to thinking I'm normal. It works for me.
But, what I am going to do is a "part two" because well this one is just too odd not to share. And if you can't laugh at yourself well then who can you laugh at? Me!!! So here I am baring my soul for your amusement.
Remember that post, you know the one I wrote about the need to recognize the shoes of the person using the facilities next to you.
Yes, well in this particular instance at work several days ago I didn't even have to recognize any shoes.
As I stood at the bathroom sink washing my very own hands this bold , brazen, nasty hussy leaves the stalls and as I look up at her in an effort to be polite she looks at me glares and walks out. She didn't even try to hide the fact that she wasn't going to wash her hands. Uggh!! So what did I do ?
I shuddered and then...
wait for it...
No, no I didn't do as one may have thought and make a mental note to leave an anonymous note on her desk
I washed my hands again.
Here's where you laugh (as I did when I realized what I had just done).... As if at that moment my washing my hands a second time would compensate for this nasty stinky filthy non hand washing bimbo.
And there you have it. The end. Feel free to leave numbers for good therapists in the comments.