I’ve done some disgusting things in my life including, but definitely not limited to, pulling dorm room floor remnants from inside my pet hamster’s cheeks, sweating myself to an obese man on a tight, and very hot airplane ride, and covering my face with mud while crawling toward a group of mallards on a cut bean field.
But it seems that every single day, whether I’m at work, play, or somewhere in between, I see an even more revolting thing occurring that also raises an important question: How difficult is it to take 30 seconds out of your life to wash your hands after you go to the bathroom? Even 15 seconds allows a poor attempt at this much-needed activity, 15 seconds that few too many have any desire to combat.
It would be too repetitive to tell people about the germs associated with these acts because everyone knows. My only other way of getting this across is to let folks know what they’re missing out on if they become sick from the vileness that is public restrooms – mornings with tom turkeys, evenings with largemouth bass, and everything in between.
The more days you don’t quite feel yourself are the same days that you will decline another trip outdoors. So, if you could be so kind, spend that same amount of time it takes to click the safety off your deer rifle to squeeze the soap dispenser. If not for yourself, do it for me … please.