Re: ***Important*** New Ebola Line
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2014 4:10 am
Today, at Fashion Valley Mall, I entered the Macy's bathroom.
Upon entry, a fresh wind of vomit hits my nostrils. It was thick in the air, much how fast food smells up a car on a hot sunny day.
Since it was day time, I assume someone had the flu, rather than alcohol poisoning or a vicious hangover.
I go into the only stall in the bathroom. There is only one urinal and one stall.
From the looks around the toilet area- the vomit scene had to be done here.
Not only was the stench of vomit stronger, but it had cleaning marks of an amateur janitor that didn't want to do a thorough job.
I lay the toilet seat paper down, and sit.
I start to think - The Ebola.
My mind starts to imagine tiny ebola worms on the bottom of my shoes. Tiny ebola worms on the toilet seats.
I look at the tile on the floor and noticed they missed a spot in cleaning.
The man, while he was vomiting, was spitting to the side on floor tile.
Thank God I placed my Starbucks cup in the far back corner of the stall.
Eventually, I do my business, and proceed to wash my hands thoroughly.
I then remind myself : "Don't touch the eye. The ebola loves entering through the eye"
A person enters the vomit filled bathroom chamber, and I throw away the paper towel in the stainless steel trash can, and leave without prayer.
Upon entry, a fresh wind of vomit hits my nostrils. It was thick in the air, much how fast food smells up a car on a hot sunny day.
Since it was day time, I assume someone had the flu, rather than alcohol poisoning or a vicious hangover.
I go into the only stall in the bathroom. There is only one urinal and one stall.
From the looks around the toilet area- the vomit scene had to be done here.
Not only was the stench of vomit stronger, but it had cleaning marks of an amateur janitor that didn't want to do a thorough job.
I lay the toilet seat paper down, and sit.
I start to think - The Ebola.
My mind starts to imagine tiny ebola worms on the bottom of my shoes. Tiny ebola worms on the toilet seats.
I look at the tile on the floor and noticed they missed a spot in cleaning.
The man, while he was vomiting, was spitting to the side on floor tile.
Thank God I placed my Starbucks cup in the far back corner of the stall.
Eventually, I do my business, and proceed to wash my hands thoroughly.
I then remind myself : "Don't touch the eye. The ebola loves entering through the eye"
A person enters the vomit filled bathroom chamber, and I throw away the paper towel in the stainless steel trash can, and leave without prayer.