We all get special guests from time to time. Not the usual faces who come in from time to time to chill, but people totally upity up the totem pole; whether it's family, work, or even celebrities. There are formalities, politcal games to play and toes to avoid stepping on as they may be connected to the asses I have to kiss later. We give up the usual space and cram ourselves into the corners that are typically not used, or at times off limits.
Not a problem. I can watch (and smell) fancy lunches get delivered. I can keep my head down and not listen in on the conversation. I can bend over.
What I absolutely cannot do is suffer through yellow stains on the toilet seat. Really? Really, dog? What are you doing? You can certainly show some sophistication by taking care of other people's property, right? With such a respectable status, indeed, an ambassador of where you're from, you're the representation of the best, right?
My buddies and I were talking, and they've all had to do the same thing in the can. We're the ones going through the daily grind with our blue collars, and even we can keep clean. We're in the group who scrape coins together so we can buy an Xbox game from the bargain bin. Maybe that makes sense cause we don't have anyone to wipe us down after we piss in the wind.
To our guest who are innocent, I'm sorry. =(
I guess, should have started with an apology disclaimer first.
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