I have an issue about food in the bathroom. I don’t think it should be there. Often, somebody at work will bring their lunch or their snack, uncovered and exposed, into the men’s room. This room was built with the rest of the place sometime around 1950. Venting technology had not yet been invented, apparently, so the air in that room tends to be warm and acrid. I’ve seen sandwiches in the men’s room soaking in the bad air. I didn’t have the guts to save it.

The image above isn’t really about that. It’s just a drawing I did to try and make Jen laugh while we were at the library the other day. I got a giggle out of her.