As I arrived at the office today, I realized something. Well, just now I realized I’m either borderline British or pretentious because I was thisclose to typing realised, both times. But the main thing I realised is that I have a real aversion to these bad boys:
- Knock-knock… Who’s there?… Germs… Germs ach-who!
There’s two ways to get to my office, and I choose the way that has three doors to open vs. two. You would think I’d choose the lesser of two infectious evils, but the path to more doors (must resist “Lord of the Rings” reference here… too late) consists of these precious humdingers:
- I can open you with one finger… resisting other off-colour remarks… another Brit/pretentious retort!
If you think about how many disgusting hands that have touched these things… it gives me the gee-willikers (now I’m prohibition era comic strip talking). I’d still rather use one finger to open the second doorknob, than use my entire hand on the first.
Now you know, and knowing is half the fracas (so pretentious it is.)
monkeyBLOG monkeyDO 
HAHA too funny!! Yet still true.