Three Things

In our bathroom there are three urinals. If I’m the only one there, I often gravitate to the leftmost one. But if there’s someone already there then I choose the rightmost. If I come in and someone’s already using the middle, then I automatically take the rightmost; I don’t know why, but I think the guy will have a harder time trying to check me out if I’m on his right. That is, if the guy isn’t hot. But if he’s a cutie, then I’ll take the left and try to steal glances, hahaha.


Our bathroom also has three sinks. When I’m just going to wash my hands, I often take the leftmost. But when I come in to brush my teeth, I always take the rightmost. Of course, if someone else is on either side, I take the opposite sink. If someone is already using the middle sink, I still take the rightmost one. I don’t really know why I do it, but I did notice the pattern of behavior. Maybe I’m just a creature of habit.


One’s a personal driver, one’s a driver hired by the office, and one’s a janitor. All three were peering out the window of our pantry, talking about the traffic down below on the street. Then one of the drivers wondered out loud: “If you throw a grenade down there, will the explosion reach us up here on the 20th floor?” The other driver then asked, “How will you throw the grenade?” “Through this window,” he answered. “But there’s no open window!” argued the other. “But what if?” he countered. “You’re stupid,” huffed the other. And that’s when I snapped the pic and left the pantry.