So, in one of my very few (but completely necessary) excursions lately, I had to use a public restroom. I almost always have to use the bathroom when I’m out (which I already find annoying, trust me), but since my recent health issues, it’s a given.
Fast forward to my visit to a public restroom (I will refrain from naming the retail establishment for obvious reasons) at approximately 5:45 p.m. EST on Tuesday. This is what I was greeted with in the only empty stall (there were two):
Yummy, right? As you can imagine, there was really no way to make this toilet usable within the timeframe that I had to use the bathroom. So I kinda hopped around, waiting for the other stall to open up (which had a non-working lock, yay) and used that one, which was somewhat cleaner.
On my way out the door, I couldn’t resist taking a picture of this:
Please note that a) the “associate” in charge of restroom duty had initialed every entry for the entire evening (although I took the picture at 5:45 p.m.) and, possibly just as important, b) “the management and associates TAKE pride” (even though they clearly don’t), they don’t TAKES pride.
Grammar, folks. It matters. Almost as much as sanitation.