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Inspected By

So, I look down at my shirt this morning, and lo and behold, there is a little sticker stuck to the front that says "QM 4." I assume this means quality manager 4, and is the person who inspected this shirt, although I did wash it last night, so it could have come off another shirt.

This makes me wonder again about the people who stick those stickers on there. Do they actually inspect my socks? Is there some little man sitting there with a magnifying glass making sure that the Chinese children working for 25 cents an hour are doing a good job? Who are you inspector 4?

Bathroom Etiquette

So, I open the door to the women's room at work yesterday, and there is a lady sitting on the pot in the middle stall....with the door to her stall open. After I got a quick peripheral view of WAY too much of her, she closed her door and made a comment about how claustrophobic it was. Um...okay. At least the doors on the stalls at work open out, which is more than I can say for many other bathrooms. Ladies - you know what I am talking about.

You go to the bathroom (the stalls in the women's room at the Dublin church building are a great example of this), and the door opens in, and swings within an inch of the toilet seat. This forces you to either straddle the seat or press yourself as close as you can to the stall partition just to get the door closed. And of course, the geniuses who designed the stall put the toilet paper dispenser on the same side of the partition as the opening to the door, so you are there with your leg practically in the toilet, your butt crushed by the toilet paper dispenser, and your hip being smashed by the door as you try to close it.

It's no wonder women go to the bathroom in packs - we need sympathy for our bathroom acrobatics.