Okay. So I'm in this coffee shop having a lovely chai latte (not quite as good as Starbucks but few seldom are :-)) after my spa pedicure (have I mentioned how much I liked that?) and I had to pee. Because that's what you do. Not all the time of course, but every now and then. Anyway, not really the point. So I go into the freaky deaky little bathroom (it's Duncan, they're pretty much all freaky deaky except of course for Starbucks which is a haven of flattering lighting and cleanliness) and I noticed that there was a whole lot of writing on the walls of the stall. Which I quite enjoy (you just don't get that kind of entertainment in Starbucks). But again, not really the point. What is my point you ask? Well shut the hell up. I'm getting to it. My point is, does everybody but me carry a sharpie around with them? And if so, why? Is the sole purpose of the pocket sharpie to allow for unfettered personal expression while hangin' with your peeps in the can? Seriously? Who are these people? Okay, I'm totally going to be one of them from now on because I believe I really have something to bring to the table as far as bathroom communiation goes, but I mean other than people like me, who are these people? Okay bye!
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