I am a self admitted germaphobe.  Yup, sure am.  I realize that there are those that are at the complete opposite end of the spectrum.  I work with MANY of those people.  My angst is increased because I work with tons of foreign scientists who aren’t particularly familiar with, nor interested in, learning certain standard hygiene practices here in the USA. Therefore, the public ladies room on my floor is a cesspool of vile and disgusting things.  I’ll spare you some of the stomach turning things I’ve witnessed, and instead share a funny one.   I’d observed this “situation” for about a week, but finally yesterday, I just had to take pictures.  The photos below were taken with my blackberry, so please forgive the quality of the images.

Table inside the ladies room

A random shirt that’s been living in the bathroom for over a week

Note attached to the random shirt

***sigh***  Really???  Ok, so at first I was confused as to whether or not the shirt was being given away or if it had been left by accident.   I’m not sure how you go into the bathroom and accidentally leave with less clothes than you entered with, but I digress.   Since there is a large language barrier, I wasn’t sure whether the note was written by the owner of the shirt and they simply didn’t quote grasp the proper English words that they wanted to use.  Or, if the note was written by someone who was interested in adding the shirt to their personal wardrobe.

Well dear readers, wonder no more.  As of today, the shirt is gone and this note was left in its place:

Wow.  Amanda took the “lovely” shirt.  Really?  A shirt from a total stranger, that’s been in the public restroom for at least a week, soaking up all kind of lovely dirt and germs?  Really?   And if you really did want it, did you have to leave a “thank you” note?  I suppose Emily Post would be proud, but I think Dr. Oz would be disgusted!

Which makes me wonder – would you ever take an item of clothing that had been left in a public place?

**authors note – after much deliberation, I donned rubber gloves and took my blackberry into the restroom for the sake of my dear readers.  After the evidentiary shots above, the blackberry in question was immediately removed from the restroom and rubbed vigorously with Ly.sol disinfecting wipes**

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