When you’re waiting outside a public bathroom door (especially a unisex one!!), do you ever think about what the person in it is doing? What if he’s pooping???
Whenever that thought pops (poops) into my head, I try to banish it immediately because thinking about it will just make me go crazy. CRAZZZZZYYYYYY!!!
What keeps me sane?
My ammunition: finger sacks, thick Starbucks tissue (to have a barrier between my skin and any surface) and my elbows and knees to push the door, soap and By Nature disinfectant.
OK, I’m sorry for putting the idea in your head. I just thought about it yesterday while I was waiting for this guy to come out of the Starbucks washroom and he was taking forever. *Banish, banish, banish