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It could be summed up in what your momma would’ve said if she liked to drop the f-bomb at home: Wash your fuckin’ hands you disgusting little wanker.

I know, my mom sugar coated it too, but apparently some didn’t even do that. Guys I work with, some from Ivy League schools and prestigious MBA programs, don’t know basic hygiene skills. Let me illustrate. I’m minding my own business in stall #1 when the door to the loo opens. Dude rushes into stall #2 and presumably unzips before the bowel explosion and splashing water and moaning and noises that sound like a wildebeest struggling in a lionesses death grip. I control the 12 year old in me from giggling at his misfortune, finish up and go wash my hands. At the same time, I hear a couple toilet roll spins and then the door to stall #2 opens. No flush. I kind of gawk in disgust, but it was for naught, because it got worse. Harvard dude blows past me and like 5 other wash basins and goes out the damn door! No flushing, no hand washing. Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now?! I shudder every time I think about it, and this isn’t the first time I’ve seen him do that.

So I grab several paper towels to dry my hands and grip the door handle as I go out and immediately discard them in the nearest trash bin. It’s seriously repulsive. The office building I’m in is starting to replace paper towels with these crazy Dyson hand dryers. Looks like I’m going to have to bring in my own towels to open the doors with. Maybe wearing latex gloves would give these people a hint.