I work at a University... so we have an abundance of places in which to shit. Particularly over Spring Break. Still, this morning I chose the oft overlooked toilet in the basement because coming off of 5 solid days of flu things in my system are still a bit shifty and untrusted.
I roll into the empty stall and start my business, when in comes someone. Now.. who the hell is even around this week? I think to myself. The guy proceeds to wash his hands, and then what I can only assume is his face, his ears, his back, probably brushed his teeth and just about everything short of a full shower. Took him about 5 minutes.
Some of that time, I'm holding back, figuring I'll be nice.
He heads to the urinal. Does his thing, and just walks out the door.
No washy wash hands.... Of course before he's able to get out I figure I've had enough and release a LOUD stream of gaseous nastyness, only to hear him mutter "Jesus", under his breath.
I am also equally certain he heard me say "Nope, Jesus would've washed his damn hands" as the door was closing.