Toilets and Teeth

Work has been keeping me pretty busy lately. At least I am finally starting to feel like I can do the job. You know I can always still make time for popping in to The Local. Last night I put my footy tips in on the way home. Someone’s been drinking in the toilet again. Weird. Who does that? Then again, I suppose, who takes photos of toilets with drinks left on them with their bad mobile phone camera.

I suppose it’s no worse than the photo I took on the mobile phone last weekend at The Local. One of the local boys was worried someone would take his beer. So he put his false teeth in his glass. Mmmm, tasty.

Oh, Noes!

The executive wing at work, where I now reside for much of my Monday to Friday waking hours? The toilets are unisex. I’m not sure why, but I can’t even pretend to be happy about that.

Wrong

Sometimes you see something that is just wrong. Usually I see several of these a day – for example, the young girl on the train this morning with the opaque thick black tights, white stillettos and grey bubble dress. You don’t always get a chance to take photos, even a photo with your crappy mobile phone that seems to dim everything. Sometimes, though? Sometimes, you do. And you have to wonder what someone was doing at my workplace today that involved sitting on the toilet, with a cup of coffee. Ew.