Amazingly, today, I’m not going to bitch about pregnancy. No, I’m going to bitch about work.
I was washing my hands in the bathroom, which is always, unfailingly nasty. Women are so disgusting sometimes. Men are bad, too, but women? If you’re going to leave your pubes and droplets on the toilet seat, if you’re going to forget to flush, if you’re going to leave a trail of blood everywhere, don’t complain about the mens. Anyway, I was washing my hands at the sink and what was fluttering around the drain in vain hope of escaping?
A fucking Cheerio.
Why? Who thought a Cheerio, roughly three times the size of the holes in the drain, would successfully go down?
But it’s not just been Cheerios, my friends, oh no. During my tenure here, I’ve seen everything from noodles to dead flowers to something that looked like a tooth in those basins. I’ve also encountered mounds of hair near the toilet base, a breastpumping mother, and a used condom.
How that condom got there is a story for speculation if ever there was one.