Besides,what’s the problem. I was at a restaurant the other night and the sign in the men’s room said “Employees Must Wash Hands.” See? I wasn’t an employee.

Women…geez. Most of you don’t even observe the five-second rule. And as to the usual state of my apartment, hey, I’m a bachelor. It’s cute when I live like this. If I were a woman it would be slovenly. I didn’t make the double standard, I just live by it.

P.S., Sarah: Oh and shirt tails are good for the door handles when there are no paper towels. And when you’re not using it on the door handles, what does your shirt-tail sit in closest proximity to? ;-P

…at which point a third man walks in, wearing a Notre Dame sweatshirt. He goes directly to the sinks, washes his hands, and then heads to the urinals. The Harvard and Yale men look at him strangely, at which point he smiels and explains, “At Notre Dame, they teach us to wash our hands before we touch a sacred object”.

What was that again about slobs?

cheers,
Daniel

I observed that, at a movie theatre in Shreveport, Louisiana, perhaps half the men washed their hands after using the restroom. (No, I’m not a pervert – I was waiting for my turn.) Feh.

Reminds me of an old story concerning a Harvard man and a Yale man who were using the facilities side-by-side. Upon finishing, the Yale man headed straight for the door, and the Harvard guy called out after him, “At Harvard, they teach us to wash our hands after we urinate!”

And the Yalie shot back, “At Yale, they teach us not to urinate on our hands!”

Oh and shirt tails are good for the door handles when there are no paper towels.