employed

the third time this morning
i walk to the facilities not making eye contact with any of the customers
over-wait and worthless
the men's room is small
another rushed man opens the door hurriedly
the way one exits out of a burning building
sees me.
abandons hope.
leaves.
finally alone, acidic bliss is wafting to my nostrils
what is this art i'm looking at?
one of those pieces sold at target
every Victorian style bathroom and sewing room has shit like this in it
fuck. how original.
done. zip.
the sign reads "EMPLOYEES MUST WASH HANDS."
not even a please or thank you
thinking of the customers that had watched me walk by like a homeless that you don't want bothering you
i push the hand dryer button for effect and leave
what are these, new tiles?
self improvement. a quick fix.
crappy art, new floor tiles, whats next?
employees that wash their hands perhaps

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