Not a Convenience

Yesterday I delivered about 30 modern paintings, for an exhibit, to a small college in Mass. I don't alway understanding what the modern artist is trying to say in these paintings, but I can appreciate a design or the combination of colors. But the painting I delivered yesterday I did not like at all, on any level. And my disliking of the paintings could have been clouded because I had found out that the artist was from Texas and a friend of Dick Chaney. But that is not the real story the real story is when I stopped in to the Irving gas/convenience store for a pee and a drink to replenish what I will be leaving. My first complaint is about the men's room. After I do my business I wash my hands, but you have to touch the tap to turn it on and off. Then to dry your hands you have to touch the paper towel dispenser to get a towel. And then you have to grab the door handle to get out of the place. So what is the use of washing your hands when by the time you leave the men's room you are covered with more germs then you came in with. Poor bathroom design.

Next I grab myself a drink and head to the cash register to pay. I am the 50th person in line to check out because, the cashier is on the phone and she is the only person here. The person in back of me just kept saying " This is ridiculous to have just one person running the whole station." And I of course had a snappy reply and said "Yep". And to add to this experience the person in front of me was doing the monthly shopping and spent 50.00 dollars at a convenience store. I could be in this store for a week before I cash out. But finally making it to the cashier I said "I think you need help". She just stared at me and said nothing. So I just smeared my germ covered hands all over her counter and left. That will teach them not to annoy Uncle Willie.