If I wrote an entry in The Book of Awesome, it would recall those magic moments when everything comes together in the restroom. Your call from nature brings you to this shared private public place and you find the door unlocked (and hopefully not occupied by someone who forgot to lock it in their rush to take a seat).
The seat is down (or up, depending on your preference) and not the odd 45 degree angle that someone in my office leaves it at. (What is he/she thinking? Is this a gesture of compromise? Doesn’t he/she realize that it is more likely to harm than to help?)
The seat is clean and dry (not sprinkled upon by someone who thought he was being thoughtful by leaving the seat down . . . even when he was standing).
The water is clear, and there is ample paper left on the roll. The toilet does it’s job with just one flush. The soap dispenser is full, and you have a paper towel to dry your hands and open the door.
The office washroom can be a sanctuary during a busy day at work. We should all do our part to ensure a pleasant visit for the next pilgrim.
My Golden Rule sign has successfully prevented the misery of the empty last roll for the past 4 years. So I was surprised to find one today!
Thank goodness for my backup sign!