Billy Mays wrote: ↑Fri May 01, 2020 9:09 pm
I have to take pinback's side on this.
I can't even count the number of times in my life I've been washing my hands in a restroom and I see someone just walk straight past the sinks. The soap is right there and it's free, why wouldn't you do the decent thing and just wash your hands? And the worst thing about it is that these people have no shame in what they do. They know they're doing the wrong thing and they just don't care.
There is a scene in my book "The Gatekeeper: The Gate Contracts," where George tells how he and Dr. Quarles both used the restroom, and what happened after:
“We’ve been here four hours, sir.”
“Oh hell, take one hour for lunch if you have to then.”
We got out. I told Lynn to excuse me, and I went to use the restroom. Dr. Quarles followed me in. For a moment I had this thought he might try something, but he didn’t even look at me as he went over to one of the stalls, opened it, went in, and closed the door. I could hear the thump as he sat, and I saw under the door that his pants were down. I went over to use one of the urinals. When I was finished, I flushed it and washed my hands. As I was drying them, I heard Dr. Quarles get up, pull up his pants, open the door and walk out. I could smell the stench where he had left both kinds of material, plus toilet paper, and hadn’t flushed the toilet, so I used my foot to step on the handle, flushing it. Then I walked out, maybe four or five seconds behind him.
He continued to room 305 to get his briefcase, then he went back to the break room, where he opened the case, removed a bag, and dumped out five or six sandwiches. From the aroma, it smelled like tuna fish. From the aroma, he smelled like he had used the bathroom. I noticed as he reached on the table to dump the ash tray into the potted plant, spilling half of the ashes on the rug, that the smell was coming from the hand he writes with. He got up, stepped on and ground the ashes he had spilled into the otherwise spotless white carpet, walked past the sink with a soap dispenser on the wall, to get to the coffee pots, poured himself a cup, added cream and sugar, stirred it with a finger on his right hand, sucked on his finger because the coffee was hot, then sat back down, drank some more of the coffee, unwrapped the sandwich and began eating.
I mean, just to pound it in, twice the guy passes soap dispensers and - I have to laugh at it - he stirs his coffee with a finger that has
shit stains on it!
As for me, I always washed my hands after doing any business even when in a wheelchair, with one exception. When I was peeing in a cup because I'd wake up at 3 am, I would make sure I never touched any part of my genitals, used the cup, then emptied it into the bucket, then went back to sleep. The next morning, I'd empty the bucket in the toilet, then wash my hands before eating anything. And yes, the bucket had a handle.
I worked one place and the guy working next to me, Ernie, told me how he paid attention to see who washed their hands when they went to the bathroom, and he noticed I was one of the few who always did. I asked how he knew, and he said that he listened when there was a flush, he'd see how long before they came out. Soon thereafter meant no wash. Only those who took longer had stopped to wash their hands.
Billy Mays wrote: ↑Fri May 01, 2020 9:09 pmI also don't wear a mask, I'm never going to get sick so I don't have to worry about getting other people sick. That's because, similar to pinback, I'm a stud and studs don't get sick. And because I wash my hands after using the restroom.
I'm sure since you're a stud and studs don't get sick, you can get away with promiscuous sex without using a condom because you can't catch anything, and if you did, who cares if you give it to someone.
That attitude, sir, with respect to any disease, is the hallmark of a sociopath.
