Anyone who has a job dealing with the public will know that it’s not always easy. Be it at a restaurant, a store or a service counter, the public will be either polite, indifferent, happy or angry, you never know what the next person you serve will bring up. I feel we are always on our guard, but, like I always say, they pay me very well to do my job, so I do my job well and keep going in everyday.

Sometimes though, it’s nice to get away from it, even if it means just a little washroom break.

Today, I went to the main washroom on our floor, the same one used by the members of the public. I got in and the place was empty. There are 2 stalls, 1 urinal, 4 sinks and 2 paper towel dispenser. It’s not very big but it’s clean. I take my spot at the urinal and do my “bidness”. Suddenly the door flew open behind me and this guy waltzed in. I couldn’t see him but could tell that he was walking fairly fast. All of a sudden, he cleared his throat something fierce, this deep gargling sound coming from his stomach all the way to his tongue. I heard one of the stall door swing open and he spat. Ptewww! And again. Ptewww! AAAAAnd again. Ptewww! And fluuuuuuuuusssshhhhhh.

I was zipping up my shorts when he left just as fast as he came in without even washing his hands. He didn’t do anything else but storm in and spit, but still… I’d expect him to wash his hands… On my way out, I sneaked a peak as the stall’s door was wide open and noticed he had also left a gift after flushing… and at closer look… two gifties.

Please don’t elect R. Ford as he keeps promising to cut taxes. With less money coming in, they might start cutting programmes. And one programme I won’t be able to live without is our great janitors…

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