Pizza from Scratch, 11
17 November, 2005
-- "That's not ice!"
... nor is it a real sea mount.
© Bill Lemmond (Actually, you're welcome to download and share these web-resolution images, and you probably won't be happy with printing them.)
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For two years, I worked evenings and weekends on the top floor of a classroom building. It seemed every time I needed to use the men's room, someone had horribly clogged the commode bowl in the handi - OK, OK, the stall adapted for people with disabilities (I are one.). Some guy used a small mountain of roll paper. Every time, I tried to flush it down, and every time I failed. Maintenance would clear the clog, and in days it would be back.
I have a scary suspicion that some guys think "If I use enough paper, in big enough wads, I won't have to wash my hands."
When the dental school talked me into gently brushing my teeth for two minutes, each time (and I brush after meals at school), two minutes by one of the sinks was more than enough time to learn WAY more than I ever wanted to know about how little (if at all) most guys wash their hands.
I'll still shake hands, but you can bet I wash a lot.