Xmastime. A Reminder.

A trip to the Corporate Shitter today slapped this reminder smack dab into my curiously handsome face:

As I've mentioned several times before INCLUDING HERE (and HERE!), there's NOTHING I've seen men do in the corporate shitter that I agree with. But the topper has got to be the recent phenomenon of every time I'm in a stall taking a dump, some dude walks in and brushes his teeth in the sink. What? Are you kidding me? For fuck's sake, I don't wanna be there; at least you have a choice, and you choose to stand there and brush your teeth? Really?

It's like the old classic about the guy walking in on his best friend fucking his wife: "Charlie, I have to, but you?"