Senses in conflict

I don't know about your place of employment but at my work the bathroom, from the hours of 1 till 3, is occupied by a steady stream of employees making room for their freshly consumed lunches by emptying their toxic bowels in rapid fire succession into the white porcelain receptacles, on seats already warm from the previous occupant. Rolls of paper are dispatched for their noble duty of removing the offending matter, one after another, several gone in a mere couple of hours.

All this while, not but maybe ten feet away, folks ramble in to brush their teeth. I probably don’t need to detail for you the noxious fumes emitting from the stalls in the same room. How on earth could someone open their mouth in this place, much less engage in the activity of attempting to clean one’s teeth? I’d feel dirtier after brushing basically inside the porta-potty than if I had just left my garlic and onion breath to coat the receiver on my desk phone.

There should be a separate place for the teeth brushing, or at least people should do this at their desks with a bottle of water.

Blech.