‘Tis the season …

For bugs in my boyfriend’s bathroom.

Poor little guy ... Thanks to Arran_Edmonstone from Flickr.

There are two corpses in there already … poor little box elder bug, who’s laying on his little back with his six little legs up in the air.

I don’t feel as bad for the mosquito who’s smooshed against the wall.

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Bathroom etiquette

It’s always awkward when you inadvertently head to the bathroom the same time as your boss … especially when you’re an intern.

What do you do? What’s the protocol?

Smile and think of something (un-bathroom realted) to talk about?

Does the conversation continue once you’ve locked the bathroom stall door?

If you do keep talking, should you keep it serious or go for a funny side note? Anecdote?

What about if you finish first? Wash your hands and walk out? Stall with hair fluffing and wait for her to come out too?

Sigh … where’s one of those etiquette hand guides when you need it?

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Bathroom inspirations

Standing in line to go to the bathroom is an annoyance in the first place.

It’s even worse when you can hear the stalling individual taking up the stall gabbing away an a cell phone.

I considered pounding on the door, demanding, “Come on, man! Focus!” but thought that might be a little too rude.

Actually, it kind of makes me wonder if I could make a little money writing a sequel to famed playwright Samuel Beckett’s groundbreaking work. He wrote “Waiting for Godot;” maybe I’ll write “Waiting for To-go.”

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Once a journalist, always …

A journalist.

Yup, that’s how things go here in journalism graduate school.

Someone even reported on the lack of soap in the ladies’ bathroom by placing a yellow sticky note on the depleted dispenser: About gone.

Then, because accuracy is the journalist’s modus operandi and we’re always updating a story when we have new information, another person amended the status: Empty.

It’s a good thing democracy has people in the world like us.

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