elanya

Yesterday, I had to go to a bathroom while walking home, so I stopped in at the Irving at the top of Regent Street. You know how Irving bathrooms are supposed to be super-clean? Well, despite the signs up boasting about the bathroom's cleanliness, this one was actually pretty gross. There were pubes on the toilet seat, shit stains in the bowl, spackles all over the mirror, and a liberal coating of dust everywhere.

From my hover spot over the toilet (there's no way I was putting my arse on that nasty seat), I could see a gigantic dust bunny on the heater.

When I finished doing my potty, I stood up and looked at the paper towel dispenser. It was covered with a layer of dust. I looked over at the clipboard on the back of the door. According to the notes, the bathroom had been thoroughly cleaned a half hour ago.

So I wrote "Clean Me!" with my finger on the paper towel dispenser before washing up and leaving. Do you suppose they'll catch the hint? Someone should go up there and see if my Nebuchadnezzar-like writing is still there. Mene mene tekel parsin, and all that jazz....