in the out door
everybody has those moments of delayed epiphany where they realize something they did in the past could have seriously hurt, damaged, or embarassed themselves or another human being. i had one of those moments just now:
every afternoon at the most inopportune time the men's bathroom nearest my cubicle is being cleaned. this forces me to walk a ways down the hall to the next set of restrooms (men's and women's restrooms are always placed next to each other in our building). the doors for the second set of bathrooms are oriented in the same way the first set is, except for one key difference. yesterday when i walked down the hall and used the men's bathroom i wondered why they didn't put any urinals in it. today i looked at the sign on the door before i went in and received my answer.
i'm still shaking my head.
every afternoon at the most inopportune time the men's bathroom nearest my cubicle is being cleaned. this forces me to walk a ways down the hall to the next set of restrooms (men's and women's restrooms are always placed next to each other in our building). the doors for the second set of bathrooms are oriented in the same way the first set is, except for one key difference. yesterday when i walked down the hall and used the men's bathroom i wondered why they didn't put any urinals in it. today i looked at the sign on the door before i went in and received my answer.
i'm still shaking my head.