I live in Houston, so based on those demographics alone, it's no surprise that I work with my fair share of overweight slobs. It's not necessarily their fault. It's the culture. Sodas. Fried food. Needing to drive instead of walk. Looking around and thinking it's okay. No self-control.
But one would think that if you're fat and disgusting, you'd try to make up for it by having a good personality, decent manners, and a general consideration for others. It's like when blind people become better at hearing because they have to. If you don't have it physically, you gotta try compensate in other ways. But, believe it or not, many aren't. In fact, it seems laziness (the same problem that has cost them their health), also comes into play in other facets of life.
That's fine and all, but it becomes a problem because they aren't kept in cages or forced to use an out-house. They walk among us. Nowhere is this a bigger problem that in the bathroom. When did human courtesy and the golden rule of clean-after-your-fucking-self go out the window.
We have trashcans everywhere (including one by the door because many of these people whose hearts are on the verge of explosion are germaphobes - go figure), but time after time there are paper towels on the floor. Firstly, it's a safety hazard. We all know how dangerous banana peels are on the road, and a wet towel on the floor poses a similar threat. And secondly, it's just damn disgusting.
So, today I was leaving the bathroom and I go in there, and the janitor is just setting up for his bi-daily cleaning. I notice that some dick had left a paper towel on the floor, and for a second I was truly embarrassed. I generally will do what I can to clean up the mess within reason. But especially in this situation when the janitor is coming in.I'm no better than the janitor, and if I just walk by it and expect him to clean it up, then I couldn't live with myself.
I do what any decent person would do, I pick up the towel from the floor and throw it away. Don't think about it. Continue on with my business, wash my hands and that, and leave. But, what warmed the cockles of my heart, is the janitor looked at me and said "thank you." I gave him a smile and a "no worries" and made my way out. Karma.
Backstory: as a busboy at La Suprema I dealt with some of the most disgusting shit known to man. Dishwasher trash nightly. Heavy as hell and you'd definitely get splashed on when you struggled to get it into the dumpster. But I was never bothered. Sometimes the dumpster would get so full nothing else would fit, and the trash truck wouldn't be coming for the next couple of days, so I'd get in and hop around to squeeze the trash down and make more room. I don't know why, but I didn't care. It was my job and I felt good doing it. I think its lessons and experiences like that that have made an impression on me and worked to mold me into who I am today.
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You are awesome. That's a funny comment about "overweight slobs" in Houston. :(
This makes me truly happy and gives me hope for the future. Thank you!