Hangin in the Mens Room

Well today the rain came and my partner and I had alot of busy work to do. Exciting stuff like cleaning out the drains in the temporary stalls at HQ's which I must say was the worst smell I have ever came across. It was like raw sewage. The kind of stench that once it hits your nose you almost spew chunks. After something really gross I find it is always best to eat, so we had lunch. It was during lunch when the subject came up that I wish to talk about. On Sunday I went to a co-workers wedding. What a party!! After many vodka & pineapples I suddenly thought I was Tony Manero from Saturday Night Fever. You couldn't get me off the dance floor except for when it was time to use the men's room. It was there where I encountered someone that really annoys me, The Bathroom Attendant!! I really don't see the need for someone to hand me a towel after I urinate. Having a mother who was a waitress I tend to be a really good tipper but I'll be damned if I give some guy a tip while in the men's room. When I go to the bathroom I would like some peace and quiet and do not feel as if it warrants an audience. Call me whatever you want but that's how I feel. The rest of my workday was pretty much uneventful.