I think my fascination for public washrooms started one night when we were all eating at Gretchen's Gourmet Grille. I didn't know Jason then, but who knows, maybe he was the guy who served us and spit in my food when I answered, "Yes," to his "fries or salad with that?
Gretchen had a box for comment cards. You know the drill. Did you get efficient service? Was your food nice and hot? Was your food nice and hot even though you ordered ice cream?
I've always had an aversion to bathroom humour, not excessive swearing... but jokes that appeal to the lowest common denominator... you know: farting... unnatural body secretions.
ISSUE 2 ALREADY pollutes our minds and stands as a milepost of time flying by us. Just a few more days and we'll be already in February wondering where the days went.
I worked in a mall at one time. I don't usually go around telling this to people though, because the mall was Gerrard Square. Those that know about Gerrard Square, also know that it's a pit, as far as malls go, which is what earned it its nickname of Ghetto Square.
As you are flipping through the mail, sorting out the bills from the advertisement, you see a strange envelope. You open it up and, surprise, surprise, you have been picked for Jury Duty.