My Subway has added a helpful sign for employees. Washing your hands in six easy steps!
It starts out OK, I guess. Wet hands. Apply soap. Wash. Rinse. Excellent. Excellent. Excellent. Excellent. So far, so good.
But than. Steps 5 and 6. Dry hands with paper towel, and use paper towel to turn off faucet, thus not negating the whole thing.
The problem? The sign is pasted to the automatic hand dryer, the gizmo that you hold your hands under for 30 seconds before eventually wiping them on your pants. There are no paper towels.
This is EXACTLY why I always order Purell as my condiment of choice at the Subway …
mo: You really shouldn’t run for a month. You’re not going to get better unless you let it heal.
mo: I’m serious.
mo: Do you want to try that trail in San Antonio this weekend?
I just assumed “So long, sucker” was some sort of encouragement wish, like “break a rib!”
And then she was gone.
These will be Exhibits A and B in my abandonment suit. Or at least my abandonment sweater vest.
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The sign of a true friend:
After you crash and are reduced to hobbling your way through the race, she abandons her own race and sticks with you.
And then sprints away in the last quarter mile to leave you in the dust.
hmm. I probably should rethink my true friend definition.
129 4:35:41 Mo Sheppo
130 4:36:36 Gary Smith