I Purelled my desk today. A student brought in a huge bag of change for a fundraiser and dumped it on my desk. Thoughtful. generous, and filthy.
So I Purelled (I know it’s a noun, but now it’s a verb–deal with it).
I’m not a lame “germa-phobe.” Messes, dirt, and a dash of filth are a part of life–I get that. I like to think of myself as germ aware. In this case, I’m well aware that coins are filthy.
Also filthy, public bathrooms.
I don’t touch anything in a public bathroom with my hands. It’s a feet only zone.
Hand towel dispenser–feet.
I use the hand towel to open the door, something I haven’t figured out how to do with my feet. As I’ve mentioned, I’m rather tall so I’m sure I look hilarious and awkward to anyone who happens to see me.
As I kick everything in sight, I often wonder, “Does anyone use their hands? Am I, so unusual?”
So readers, when I inadvertently step in a puddle of trucker urine then use the bottom of my shoe to operate the towel dispenser–I’m not violating any social compact between civilized bathroom users am I?