A carpeted urinal? A black carpeted urinal? While esthetically pleasing, 11 Madison Park, you really should not let men off this easily. They need to see the error of their ways. This is the only way they will eventually learn how to hit the target.
Three verifiable things about me. One. I am an only child. The concept of sharing, therefore, is foreign to me. Two. I am a Virgo. The sign regarded as a perfectionist. Three. My mother raised me to be meticulously clean; compulsively tidy. According to my mother, "You have taken this clean thing way too far." I disagree. Apologies to my mother.
Nature or nurture? Who knows? Who cares? I have not been diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Nor would I label myself a Cleanaholic. Or a Germaphobe. My world though, is definitely a unique place. One where doors open magically. Hotel mattresses are pristine. And estheticians never double dip.
I live in this world without a bubble or a honeycomb mask. About 15 years ago I got tired of catching the flu du jour and became ever more so hygienically vigilant -- perhaps obsessively so.
I'd rather see the "overspray" on the floor so I can avoid stepping in it. This carpet would be damp for all the wrong reasons. Next urinal please.
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