this chap was round at mine the other night watching the footie. just before he left (he made a big deal about leaving early, I can tell ya) he went upstairs and took a piss.
he came downstairs and went to shake my hand. I had witnessed him not cleaning his hands after taking a piss previuosly, so I said ‘have you washed your hands?’
he made some comment under his breath, which I couldn’t work quite make out, so I said ‘I’ll see you to the door, I ain’t saying goodbye at the sofa’
we embraced at the door, but I made sure I didn’t touch his pissy hands.
bathroom-door handles have so much bacteria on them, you could use one to colonize Mars
This is the irksome part. You wash your hands like a decent sort, but then you have to exit the room and need to make tentative contact with the handle because you know that @TKC et all have groped it with their manky mitts.
one of the directors at my work doesn’t wash his hands. I’m keeping this little titbit as ammunition for such a time as I’m involved in a petty squabble at a board meeting.
