Sometimes, my co-workers suggest I should be the bathroom beat reporter.
Honestly, I can’t help the scatological nature of the things I notice.
First, there was this story, earlier this year.
And, of course, my ever-present fascination with people’s disgusting work habits.
But I hit the mother load recently following a late night jaunt (and I mean really late) through a Rutter’s convenience store. Continue reading









