I've decided that hygiene is in the eye of the beholder. One
lunchtime as I watched the woman in the sandwich shop
spread mayonnaise on my bread, I noticed part of her grubby
work shirt was dragging across it.
"Excuse me," I ventured, "your sleeve is in the mayo."
"No problem," she reassured me. "I need to wash it anyway."
lunchtime as I watched the woman in the sandwich shop
spread mayonnaise on my bread, I noticed part of her grubby
work shirt was dragging across it.
"Excuse me," I ventured, "your sleeve is in the mayo."
"No problem," she reassured me. "I need to wash it anyway."
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