At least my glasses are clean

For some reason, I read the directions on the back of the box my lens-cleaning wipes came in when I opened it.

The last line of the directions — before the warning that the wipes are flammable and should be kept away from fire or flame (what exactly am I cleaning my glasses with, anyway?) — grabbed my attention.

”Do not flush.”

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Bill Engvall was a prophet

Ever since I saw the sign in a men’s room in Edinburgh, I’ve been wondering why people would stand on a toilet and what terrible thing happened that led to a sign specifically saying not to do it.

And then there’s a sign in the men’s room where I work.

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