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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. ┬áI 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┬áinadvertently 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?