I am sitting here on a Sunday night, thinking about the coming work week, and I just remembered something:

I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DON'T WASH THEIR HANDS AFTER THEY HAVE USED THE RESTROOM.

It grosses me out, like to the point where I want to throw up.

I have seen, in the last week, EIGHT different boys use the restroom (mostly #1, but TWICE #2!!!) and just leave. Twice I even politely asked them, "Aren't you going to wash your hands?"

They just smirked and kept on going. I think they were embarassed. What I SHOULD have asked them was, "Were you raised in a barn by wolves, you disease-ridden slob?"

Now I refuse to touch a paper that they've handed in unless it has had time to "properly air." I don't want to touch ANYTHING that has been handled by fingers that just recently spent time in some kid's nether regions.....no way, Jose.

Now here is the part that might surprise you: The identities of these perpetrators of the unwashed-hands would perplex you. Four of them are seniors- 3 of them athletes.

FOR THE LOVE OF PETE WASH YOUR STINKING HANDS, YOU DISGUSTING PIGS.

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