The photo you see is from the ladies restroom in the building where I work. To the right, you see something normal for a restroom. A toilet, a toilet paper dispenser (empty 50% of the time). And to the left, something strange that appeared today.
A little table. Upon which is a fake sprig of flowers, some business cards for Mary Kay, some back issues of Cosmo and InStyle. And a candy dish.
A candy dish.
There is a candy dish in the ladies restroom.
More disturbing than the question of who would put a dish of candy in the ladies restroom is the question of WHO WOULD EAT CANDY FROM A RESTROOM?! Especially a public restroom. Who is sitting on the can and thinks, boy I sure could go for a peppermint right about now! If you’re cranking one out while reading a gargantuan issue of InStyle, I’m pretty sure your mouth is not the orifice in need of freshening.
When I’m in there, all I can do is stare at the dish and wonder why? And if I ever see any candies missing, I will be both shocked and repulsed. Folks, if you are kissing a lady, ask if she’s had any peppermint candy from a public restroom today.
Unrelated, ViolentAcres nicely sums up my thoughts on the holidays. I buy one book each for three small children in my life. That is the extent of my holiday spending on gifts. And when I came to the decision a couple years ago to refuse receiving gifts or giving gifts (to adults), I have never felt happier or more free during the holidays.