tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302613.post111808889998827596..comments2007-04-15T01:32:58.453-04:00nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18309351586090644840noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302613.post-1120563997445287072005-07-05T07:46:00.000-04:002005-07-05T07:46:00.000-04:00I'm starting to think that it might behoove us to wear hazmat suits to the office.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302613.post-1120503283297212492005-07-04T14:54:00.000-04:002005-07-04T14:54:00.000-04:00What's <I>worse</I> than one wet claw? Two <B>dry</B> claws! You enter the rest room, and only one of the two cubicles is vacant. You hear the former occupant of the adjoining cubicle leave the room without using water, soap or any other damn thing on <I>either</I> hand. Eeewwww.<BR/>Who is it? Where do they go next? The vending machine? The copier? The lift? Any place you may innocently touch? And when it happens again - and you know it will - is it the <I>same</I> person? Tell you one thing: I <B>don't</B> shake hands with work colleagues!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13302613.post-1118108658213749122005-06-06T21:44:00.000-04:002005-06-06T21:44:00.000-04:00Hell naw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't even touch doorknobs. Hell, I hate riding in the dang elevators b/c Bob & Susie are always coughing -- w/ out covering their mouths, I might add.putman-portfoliohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00211552902160309254noreply@blogger.com