Monday, December 18, 2006

Post-Its Should Not Be Allowed in Bathrooms

In my office building bathroom we have those automatic stop faucets. You know, the ones where you push the knob down and after about five seconds the water stops, leaving your hands still soapy and you have to repeat the process about five more times before you actually get your hands clean? Man, I love 'em!

But early on I discovered a bathroom miracle. The hot water knob on one of the sinks gets stuck when you push it and stays on until you actually pull up on the knob to turn it off. It's a blessing from the heavens.

Yes, technically the faucet is "broken." And the other building residents seem to be focused on this fact, rather than what this broken faucet can offer us. One day I walked in to the bathroom and saw a note scrawled on a paper towel and stuck over the "broken" faucet stating that the knob was out of order. I threw the paper towel away and took my time washing my hands. Another day I was...uh...sitting down in the bathroom, and I heard two people walk in and carry on a conversation about how maintenance really needed to be notified about this broken faucet.

Those fools! Ask not what you can do for the broken faucet, but what the broken faucet can do for you!

Well, Friday afternoon this reached the breaking point. I walked into the bathroom and found a post-it note stuck on the mirror just above the infamous sink (what is it with Post-its in bathrooms anyway?):
Bathroom Note
"Note: This hot water push button sticks. Please pull up to shut off (can someone notify maint?)"

Yes, everyone must know about this faucet. I'm with ya man! Let everyone enjoy the good fortunes the bathroom gods have brought us. But wait, did you say something about notifying maintenance? What's that all about? They'll take the faucet away from us all in the name of "fixing" it. No, I couldn't let that happen.

I almost threw the note away. And then I realized that this was my chance to have my voice heard! So I left a note of my own in response
My note too
"No! Don't fix it. Don't you see that this broken faucet is a blessing? Who wants to use the automatic stop ones anyway?!"

I walked away beaming with pride. I will be heard. People will read my note and minds will be changed. Who does want to use the automatic stop ones? What an excellent question.

And then the greatest thing in the history of the world happened: I got a response. A third note appeared on the mirror above the sink.
All Three Notes
"Yeah, and why should we, who are disciplined enough to shut faucets after use, be inconvenienced by those who do not shut off faucets."

Yeah! Hit 'em below the belt. Those "undisciplined" idiots! It seems we have you outnumbered! Victory will be ours.

And that seems to remain the case now. As of today (Monday), the notes are all gone and the sink is still "broken." My people have won the first battle. But will we win the war? Only time will tell.

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Sunday, December 03, 2006

The Size of My Queue

My Netflix queue is long. About 115 movies, and that's only after someone pointed out its length and I deleted about 30 movies I didn't really want to watch anymore.

But this worries me. Is a long Netflix queue the 27 year old equivalent to a 45 year old, short bald guy buying a convertible Ferrari? Am I trying to make up for inadequacies elsewhere by having an impressively sized queue?

Regardless of the size, it's really how you use it, right ladies? And trust me, I know how to handle my queue: I've got seasons 1, 2 and 2.5 of Battlestar Galactica in there. Season 1 of The Wire. Classics like Dog Day Afternoon and MASH. Both Bob Dylan's and Alice in Chains' MTV Unplugged. Documentaries like Hoop Dreams and Murderball. Baby, I've even got all six discs of Thundercats season 1 in there! "Thunder, Thunder, Thundercats, ho!," indeed.

Yes, that's right. Are you impressed yet?

On second thought, if you've got it you might as well flaunt it. So please excuse me while I drive my queue around town with the top down. And feel free to stare; you won't be the only one.