I don’t think I have an excessive amount of pet peeves, but the ones I do have seem to center around bathroom etiquette. Particularly my office bathroom. It’s becoming a fixation of mine. I’ve considered posting a sign, writing to the Managing Partner, handing out fliers…something to stop the horror I deal with each time I pay a visit to the Ladies Room and I use the term “Ladies” loosely. In no particular order, here are my peeves:
(1) Urine on the seats. Now, ladies we are not male felines spraying our territory and marking boundaries. The idea is to urinate in the toilet. That’s IN the toilet.
(2) Unflushed toilets. Trust me, no one–I repeat: NO ONE wants to see what you’ve expelled. I don’t care if we are in a drought, flush twice if it didn’t work the first time.
(3) Using the stall adjacent to mine when there are other options. My office bathroom is small. Tiny actually. It seems the stalls were built when women didn’t grow taller than 5’4″ and if she did, she was in a sideshow living in rusted mobile home with Jo Jo the Dog Faced Boy. There are only three stalls. When someone is in one of the end stalls, why not allow that someone a little extra space by going to the other end stall. Don’t pop a squat next door. Please, I’m begging you!
What a whirlwind week! Wednesday was The Full Monty; Thursday was Love, Janis; Saturday was Endpapers; and Sunday was a matinee of I’m Not Rappaport. All of them were fantastic with my favorite being The Full Monty–and since I work on the same street, it will be very easy to stalk the guys who star and get *ahem* nekkid. The best part is that I saw all four shows for a grand total of $88! Strike that. The best part was that I saw them with some of my best friends who also happen to love theater.