OCD makes no fucking sense…
I went into the facilities tonight to make a liquid deposit. As I entered, I saw a guy washing his hands. He was completely giving them hell. He had a huge amount of lather built up, and I could hear him scrubbing the shit out of them. I assumed he was headed into surgery As I was finishing up, he had rinsed them off and began drying them -- he used about 15 paper towels drying them off. I came over and washed my hands, and he had stepped back and finished wasting all our paper towels. I guess his hands were sufficiently clean. Note: I checked his hands out. They were BRIGHT RED. It looked like he had gloves on, and the contrast between his pale skin and red gloves just looked awkward. He'd obviously been scrubbing his hands for a long as time. Maybe he got poop in them.
I stepped over and started drying my hands. I was kind of waiting for him to leave. What did he do? What do you think he did? Leave right? Wash them again? Not even close.
This motherfucker grabbed another paper towel, blew his nose, threw it in the trash, then left the bathroom.
He totally defeated the purpose of washing his hands for ten minutes. He totally negated his hard work and effort. He completely forgot his affliction for germs and aversion to spreading disease to the rest of the public.
Sometimes people just make no sense whatsoever.
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