You can be the cleanest, normalest, sanest looking person alive, but if you’re coming out of the bathroom I’ve been waiting for and you try and hand me the (gag) bathroom key I wasn’t expecting, I can’t help it… my severe germaphobia kicks in and makes you look exactly like a homeless dude reeking of Hep C & full-blown AIDS popping out of a dumpster and taking a needle out from between his toes and offering it to me.
