Strangling the Tap Guy

So I walked into a public washroom today, carrying Elijah in one arm, and a full bladder in the other. After doing what I felt I had to, I approached the sink to sanitze my hand.

Now, I do not normally advocate violence, but I periodically allow my mind to entertain aggressive thought patterns. Take the washroom experience I had today; one minute I am pleased about losing a little weight and the next moment I am filled with rage.

Why the sudden surge of ill-will? Clearly the individual that designed the spring-loaded water taps NEVER found himself carrying a child through a washroom with dirty floors.

Later,

my