I realize that I am so NOT contributing to the lack of germ spreading by my heretofore oft-performed actions of opening public doors not with my full hand, nor even with the sleeve of my shirt (well, anymore, anyway, because no WAY we wear long-sleeved shirts in Georgia when it’s May and already 90 degrees out. Nope, nosiree), but instead I realized that my complete germ-squashing activities consisted of the following: open door with middle joint of index finger. Wipe said finger on pants three times. Germs = gone. Yeah. I’m super smart.
Along those lines, I’m no longer happy when I enter a bathroom stall and see the toilet seat up, meaning I’m the first to use it and that it’s butt-germ-free. Because it suddenly occurs to me that they probably DON’T wipe and disinfect the toilet seats. They probably use their dirty (albeit gloved) hands and just lift the seat and, if they’re feeling particularly spry, may do a quick scrub ‘n flush on the bowl itself. I’ve seen the crew responsible for us and the way he manages to rock a mullet, a crew-cut, AND a mohawk? Yyyyyeah, he has no time to spare on cleaning the seat for my precious ass. No WAY.
Tune in tomorrow when we discuss what a BAD idea it is to blow angrily at a spider in the shower to get it to run the other way, so its sticky-icky legs don’t stick to your wet body when it does the thing it was born to do: leap onto my person. This is an especially Bad Idea if you have a mouth full of toothpaste.
~G.
