You’ll have to pardon me if I don’t buy it by a long shot that lines are shorter for men’s rooms because we don’t wash our hands, or that fecal matter on shopping cart handles is from men…
I always suspected the fecal matter on shopping carts came from little bouncing balls of joy in the rumble seat carrying a full load while the mumster groaned about the cost of formula and throw-away diapers.
By the way, Susan, your lifting the veil of illusion for us made my grocery experience all the funkier yesterday. I selected my chops and sausages in a philosophical haze.
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/09/21/health/webmd/main874198.shtml Women More Likely To Wash Hands But Neither Men Nor Women Do So As Often As They Claim
"Overall, the results showed that 90 percent of women washed their hands after using the restroom compared with 75 percent of men.
Researchers say that’s much lower than the 97 percent of women and 96 percent of men who said in the telephone survey"
And what does this show? Everyone lies on phone surveys, and that women are messier in the bathroom.
Honestly, I’ve read a couple articles about different studies that show men wash less…and that both sexes wash a lot less if there’s no one in the restroom with them…the theory being that someone in the restroom makes you wonder what they’ll think of you if you leave without washing.
Dude. Boneless thick-cut porkchops and boneless chuck roasts were buy-one-package-get-one-free with the coupons I had in my hot little hand. That alone filled one grocery bag; the packages were most abundant and mongo. A gallon of milk. A box of clementines (why have the crops been so terrible-tasting lately? But I keep hoping). I could go on. Surely you get the picture. I’m not proud. As a musician (aging, but never mind that), I have put a priority on my hands and sundry other joints.
And I now have a freezerful, on the cheap, of raw MEAT.
Hey, usually I am too if I can help it. Handbaskets rule: you’re in and out quick-like. And coupons? Hardly ever. Maybe once or twice a year. But sometimes you have to do the other thing. You get presented with a carnivore’s opportunity like that, you just knuckle under or kick yourself. If it’s any reassurance to you, I waited two days to make good on the coupons, and went into the store thinking that the supplies had probably been exhausted. Needless to say, I was pleasantly surprised.