Those of you who don't know me well may not realize I walk the line of misanthropy. (Hence, living on a sailboat.) Here is one reason for my indignation:
Recently, I pedaled over to the Sheraton to take a shower. (Please bear in mind, I said Sheraton. Not Ritz Carlton.) There are three showers in the women's locker room - two single stalls and one handicapped. After securing my belongings in my locker, I grabbed a towel and headed over to the showers, only to find that some wretched pig apparently thought she was too highfalutin to pick up after herself. I would imagine it was a mother and her children, as *all three* stalls had been littered with wet, filthy towels and washcloths. It seems impossible to me that one oinker could do all this damage herself... and highly unlikely that three separate pigs made their mark. I'd venture to say it was one big sow passing bad habits on to her little piglets. I actually had to clean up after the swine... just one more reason in a growing list of why I'm losing faith in humanity, one pork chop at a time.