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posted by losir at 9:44 PM

Really, what is up with the lack of washroom etiquette?

Four urinals right, all empty. So I have the pick of the litter, and I choose number three.

One buddy boy comes in after me, scans the pee situation, and then stand on my right, taking urinal number two - leaving piss-pot number one empty. How gay is that? This isn't news of course, happens to me at least once a day.

Second buddy boy comes along, and after seeing urinal two and three occupied, doesn't take urinal one, which is the closest to him. Instead he walks past both of us to pee-pot number four, where it's directly left of me and starts to do his thing. I'm in the middle of a sausage sandwich, and I was the dirty meat.

...1/2 off appetizers with entree means more than 1. posted by losir at 11:50 PM

I had nothing to blog about until I went home. Good ol' dog pooed in the basement bathroom. It reeked.

It's my fault for not being home earlier, but I couldn't get home early, besides I don't have a car to get home to, so I had to wait anyway.

Anyhow, I'm not sure where to go at this point. I always thought I'd get rid of the dog, and now I see I don't really have much choice. I have enough of a life that I'm not at home most of the time. Actually I lied, I don't have a life, I was at work.

....I need a life. posted by losir at 11:12 PM

As I approached the washroom in The Company, a rhythmic pounding could be heard from within. I couldn't for the life of me fathom what was going on inside. Thoughts of a road crew with a jackhammer pounding away at the ground played through my head, as stupid as that sounds.

When I finally opened the door, I found this guy in front of the hand sanitizer dispenser holding an empty bottle underneath, vigorously pumping the machine, trying to fill the bottle. I look at him with what was probably a stare of utter disdain, thinking of saying something rude, but ultimately holding my tongue. He looks back with a shy, sheepish, look of "whoops", but doesn't actually stop pumping.

I urinate. The whole time he's still pumping. I can't help but chant, "Cheap-o" in my head. I try to think of something else to distract me.

"Oh wicked!" I say to myself rather joyously when I have it figured out. "I can shower at work tonight, so I don't have to use my hot water at home!"

....Oh the irony. posted by losir at 1:16 AM

Because I was never a winner growing up, I find it extremely surprising when I beat out the competition.

So while it means zilch in the scheme of things, I was quite pleasantly surprised that I won November's photo competition over at S2Ki.com

The only thing is that I didn't take the picture during November. I honestly didn't see that stipulation before I had posted my picture. Let's just keep that between you and me, 'k?

Submissions: LINK
Discussion: LINK

....It still made me smile. posted by losir at 12:44 AM

I had me a moment driving today.

Driving, you ask? Aren't you the guy that owns two cars but can't drive either of them because the insurance prevents you from driving the Golf, but the S is stuck in the States?

Well, yes. I was driving Cankle's Yaris.

And while I always ascertain that normal cars can navigate winters on all-seasons as long as one drives like it's winter, I sometimes forget to follow my own advice.

So there we were, late for lunch with a group of friends, and I'm on the HOV lane of the highway. That's what we call the carpool lane here. High Occupancy Vehicle. I don't really know what that means, because you can drive a van that seats 10, but if only two people are in the car, you're okay. Doesn't make sense to me - since 1 person on a motorcycle does not meet that requirement, even if the bike is operating at a 50% occupancy capacity. Anyway.

While all the lanes are pretty well plowed, the HOV hadn't been. Or it had, but it wasn't salted. Or it was salted, but not recently.

What I'm trying to get at was that the HOV had slush, and we had just passed the salt truck that was seeding its load for the HOV.

I knew it was a bad idea to be on it when we made the bend in the road. I could feel the car lose traction and drift outwards, wanting to oversteer. But it wasn't severe, and in less time it takes than to check for spelling of this blog post, I was back on track.

I wanted to exit, and I wanted to slow down, but the HOV lane has designated entry and exit points, and signs are posted stating to never cross the double-lines between HOV and regular highways.

So I stay on course, with another car behind me breathing down my neck. I'm doing a lowly 80kph, so I'm not going fast at all - 20 kph under the posted highway speed limits.

When I finally got some straight roads, I decide to accelerate quicker and exit the HOV. The Yaris had other ideas, and instead of following what I wanted it to do via the steering wheel, ol' Yaris boy began to slide to the left.

I looked over at the median, and it just felt like I was going to hit it. I can imagine Ol' Boy spinning 180 into the cement blocks.

I try to relax, and begin to let my foot off the gas while I attempt to make small steering inputs into the wheel to keep it pointing straight. But the car has found trails of slush to get stuck into, and I can't keep her even. I dare not break, and I dare not chop off the throttle.

Within the several seconds of fighting, the car seems to straighten out, but then without warning, it yanks me to the right. I'm going to crash.

Luckily, I check my blindspot really quickly, and notice there's no car beside me, so I signal out and as the car drifts further to the right, I slide the car to the other lane. The tires gripped, and I was able to continue without much drama after that.

But trust me, it was scarier than what I typed. I really think that if I was stupid enough to tap the brakes, or started overcompensated with the wheel, I'd be typing this post with a different outcome and whiplash.

....But thank goodness nothing happened. posted by losir at 3:53 PM