Seriously? You're gonna make a verbal complaint about that? Let's recap. You entered and used a public bathroom. I repeat, a public bathroom. Some public bathrooms can be found in a less-than-appealing state, but this bathroom, at this time, was clean. The toilet was clean. The floor was clean. The walls were clean. Everything was clean. I presume you did your business then went to wash your hands. There was a bit of water on the counter around the sink. You then exit the bathroom and take the time to go out of your way to find a staff member to whom you remark, and I quote exactly, "the bathroom could use some attention". It's a public bathroom for crying out loud! You're a big boy - I think you can put up with a bit of water on the counter without making a fuss about it.
The staff member happened to be standing next to a boss who was being a dick about the exact same thing. The both of you can fuck off.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Saturday, April 09, 2011
This morning's run started out great. The weather was ideal for running and my body felt good, especially my legs, which have been a tad fatigued lately. About 15 minutes in, I started getting a bit warm. While the local temperature has been gradually increasing, it still seemed like wearing my running pants and long-sleeved shirt was the best option. No, too warm. But I could fight through that. However, at about the 30-minute mark my belly got punched. Yesterday evening at work I succumbed to my hunger and got two slices of pizza. I should've stuck with one, if any. Because at the 30-minute mark, those two slices hit me hard. Overheated and belly-punched by pizza, I couldn't continue, and for the first time in a long time I cut my run short. There are only eight more days - and three more runs - before the Sun Run happens, and I have a time-goal that I want to be under. Therefore, no more pizza before Sunday. Then, after the Sun Run, it can be a pizza-fest as I watch game three of the Canucks/Blackhawks series. Playoff hockey is just two sleeps away!