Public bathrooms are always awkward, even if you're not using urinals.
For example: I'm standing in the bathroom at Arnold Hall, washing my hands. A fellow bathroom patron walks up and begins washing her hands intently, bending over the sink in concentration.
What the? I think to myself.
I look closer and realize she has on fingerless gloves. You know, the woolly ones you wear in the winter? Yeah, those, but with the tips of the fingers cut off. The glove girl proceeds to delicately place each finger under the faucet, painstakingly avoiding splashing water on her gloves.
She places one finger, her pointer finger, under the soap dispenser, then proceeds to rub the soap on each finger. She then rinses each finger individually, pulling her hand back suddenly when she thinks she's getting too close to the water.
At this point I realize I have been washing my hands for far too long, and I leave.
I know, I know. There's only one way to express how I feel about this: ????????????????
The end.
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