Annie: "Chick? Why do you call all women chicks? The lady was like 60 years old!"
It was this morning. I was still making fun of Annie for the story she told me last night.
~RoB: "Wait. You know who it was?"
Annie: "I walked out of the stall and over to the sink, I turned on the water, and I ran my hands under it." Mimics wiping her hands together. "Then I walked out. She was making pretty loud noises... body noises... and I just don't think she heard the sink."
Annie was elaborating on the initial story while we rode BART.
~RoB: "Wait, you didn't use soap?"
Annie: "I either can't wear my new rain boots for at least 3 weeks, or I'm going to have to buy everyone in my office a pair of them."
She was finishing off her story, not wanting to be recognized by the only thing the sanitary citizen could see from her stall.
Annie: "As I was walking out of the bathroom, someone shouted 'Geez, Wash Your Hands!'"
She told me in front of her coworker, who had stopped by on the way to her volleyball class in Oakland.
Annie never washes her hands. She'd be lying if she said she even did it every time she poops. (Girls are always sneaking little poops out while they're peeing.) It took much convincing, and a line of Bath & Body Works Aromatherapy soaps that smell amazing, just to get her to do it sometimes, when I'm watching. She claims she's made progress at work and regularly washes them. This anonymous stall-lady disagrees.
Hope you enjoyed the Quentin Tarantino version of the story.
Washes his hands with soap every time he's in the bathroom, and usually looks at his junk in the mirror,