Maybe y'all enjoy the sour smell of your fresh deposits, but I don't.
The sliding doors don't shut behind you automatically. This isn't the grocery store. If you had to slide the door open, you have to slide the door shut.
So I got up, climbed over people, pushed past the door donkeys and shut the door.
Of course, when I'm mad and straight out of having been in Customer Service to deal with this morning's gong show, I'll say my peace and I preached fire and brimstone to the door donkeys too lazy to slide the door shut.
Smell aside, who wants to stare at a toilet?!
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3 comments:
i love it when you're mad.
Were you on the train that stopped at RougeHills at 640 this morning. I swear the smell from the toilet on the lower level was permeating the middle level, or it was the man beside me. I am sure it was the toilet. But why so smelly first think in the morning.
I am glad I found this blog. I hope to add to it soon. Moving to Oshawa soon so I will have plenty to add.
Welcome Holly!
No, I was on the 6:18 PM LSE.
The septic smell from the bathroom nauseates me. I don't know how anyone can just sit there with the door wide open and just let it fester. Plus it was obvious someone had just been to the 'bank' and made a 'deposit'.
I think people just wait for others to do stuff for them.
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