Sep 05 2009
Forget swine flu. I just don’t want to catch whatever ordinary germs people are spreading around.
Ladies, I don’t know what your experience has been, but I can tell you that in a men’s public washroom, I’m lucky to witness half of the guys washing their hands with soap and water after doing their business. The numbers get even worse in a bar or pub after 10 pm. By midnight, just assume that the guy who’s buying you drinks has trace amounts of human waste on his fingers.
I know, it’s gross. But I’m sick of what I’m seeing at fine establishments around this city. Dudes, get your act together.
Hat tip to Darren Barefoot for his insight on another point of etiquette in the context of flying low.