bathrooms & random extra cuteness
Jul. 29th, 2004 02:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keryxOne. Back in May, I ordered a ladybug ring from Naughty Secretary Club (it was totally stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_pitchfork's strawberry ring; imitation = flattery!). It took a really, really long time. I got an email a coupla weeks ago saying it was coming, and she'd give me my money back. Which is silly... I generally don't believe in not paying for things just cause they're late (hey, you still got what you asked for!), so I still paid for the ring. But I also got random completely unexpected extra cuteness! She sent along a big rectangular kitten ring and a little cherry bracelet. Everything is freaking adorable.
Which reminds me... it seems like common practice for restaurants to not charge you for an item you order if it comes out at the wrong time - i.e. if your appetizer is later than your entree, they'll a) assume you don't want it anymore and b) not charge you. Why would you assume I didn't want all my food just because it was in the wrong order? I've had this happen and the manager will come out and apologize profusely and even offer to make the whole dinner free. I can only assume that for some people, chronologically challenged courses ruin their whole dinner.
Is everyone else much more impatient than me or something? I don't think of myself as at all patient or nice, but maybe I am.
Two. There are signs in my office bathroom asking people to be considerate to their coworkers by flushing the toilet thoroughly. I'd like to imagine that the sort of women who make PowerPoint slides with happy toilets on them also think of the company who come in and clean the bathrooms each night as "coworkers", but I doubt this is true. I think they're actually worried about SEEING SOMEONE ELSE'S POO.
Sigh. Public restrooms frustrate me. It's clearly unwritten policy that anyone who has to poo will quietly refrain from doing so until the other stalls are empty, for instance. Because apparently shit is so smelly and shameful that even hearing someone else's tiny fartlet will ruin my day.
But then I think even our bathroom "rules" are about appearances. We touch faucets and toilet handles that other people's disgusting germ-covered hands have held, but we put little paper things on seats to protect us from their much-cleaner butts. Ew.
kitty_pitchfork's strawberry ring; imitation = flattery!). It took a really, really long time. I got an email a coupla weeks ago saying it was coming, and she'd give me my money back. Which is silly... I generally don't believe in not paying for things just cause they're late (hey, you still got what you asked for!), so I still paid for the ring. But I also got random completely unexpected extra cuteness! She sent along a big rectangular kitten ring and a little cherry bracelet. Everything is freaking adorable. Which reminds me... it seems like common practice for restaurants to not charge you for an item you order if it comes out at the wrong time - i.e. if your appetizer is later than your entree, they'll a) assume you don't want it anymore and b) not charge you. Why would you assume I didn't want all my food just because it was in the wrong order? I've had this happen and the manager will come out and apologize profusely and even offer to make the whole dinner free. I can only assume that for some people, chronologically challenged courses ruin their whole dinner.
Is everyone else much more impatient than me or something? I don't think of myself as at all patient or nice, but maybe I am.
Two. There are signs in my office bathroom asking people to be considerate to their coworkers by flushing the toilet thoroughly. I'd like to imagine that the sort of women who make PowerPoint slides with happy toilets on them also think of the company who come in and clean the bathrooms each night as "coworkers", but I doubt this is true. I think they're actually worried about SEEING SOMEONE ELSE'S POO.
Sigh. Public restrooms frustrate me. It's clearly unwritten policy that anyone who has to poo will quietly refrain from doing so until the other stalls are empty, for instance. Because apparently shit is so smelly and shameful that even hearing someone else's tiny fartlet will ruin my day.
But then I think even our bathroom "rules" are about appearances. We touch faucets and toilet handles that other people's disgusting germ-covered hands have held, but we put little paper things on seats to protect us from their much-cleaner butts. Ew.