New Sign In The Employee Bathroom, As Requested By My Boss


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To Those Who Use This Bathroom:

We live in a rather advanced day and age of medicine.

Realistic prothetetics have been developed, every day they are coming closer to a cure for cancer, we no longer have plagues and rampant debilitating diseases. Small pox, black plague, bubonic plague and other sickness that brought certain death, have not been heard of in years.

Do you know why this is possible? Because people learned HYGEINE!

Not just the basic washing of hands and soap usage, but the THROWING YOUR PAPER TOWELS INTO THE TRASHCAN.

Think about it. Do you REALLY want to pick up someone's germy paper towel with little creepy-crawly things and only God-knows-what on it? NO. And no one wants to pick up yours. So, we have a simple little request:

AIM. Don't miss.

The trashcan is waist high, two inches from where you are standing now. If you miss and are incapable of trying again and AGAIN until you get it, you should really think about what the words PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING.

If you find all this insulting, just clean up after yourself and you will save yourself the trouble of reading them and me writing them.


3 Responses to “New Sign In The Employee Bathroom, As Requested By My Boss”

  1. Blogger QOS 

    my mom babysat a girl who died of bubonic plague. freaky.

  2. Blogger Rick 

    donald miller, in _searching for God knows what_, tells about being a kid and still believing in santa - until one day at the mall in a public bathroom, santa come in. he's a kid, but he's cool about it - until santa walks out without stopping at the sink. ruined christmas for him, knowing the santa doesn't wash.

    that santa would miss the trashcan, too, i'm sure.

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