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Call it what you will….the privy, the latrine, the head, the can , the john, or the little shack out back, rich or poor, black or white (or blue in the face), I mean we all gotta go, right? Before we get too far here in my little dissertation on semi-public restrooms and my pet peeves associated with them, be forewarned, some potty humor may creep into this one. When I say "semi public", I am speaking here of the workplace and their porcelain throne emporiums. And my beef is really not so much with the rooms per se, as with the client base they cater to. In other words people can just be pigs! All you need to do to find out how many adult professionals still go through life thinking their mother is right behind them with a mop and a waste basket and a vacuum and a dish towel, is come to my office for a day, and hang around the office fridge, coffee bar, and the men's room. (I would like after reading this, to hear from some of you as to whether the ladies'...
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