Dec 20, 2012
So this supermodel client used our yucky bathroom yesterday. “How sad,” I thought. Her friend “Jacques” should have told her to use our nice lavatory on the 5th floor. Such a beautiful, willowy creature is still required to relieve herself and has to use the same awful contraption that my working class bum hovers over every Monday through Friday. But then she didn’t wash her hands, and I didn’t worry about her so much.