Sensible Hygiene

There are some things that I feel need to be shared with the rest of the world. For example, a smile, a hug, the occasional "Hi, how are ya," or, "Now don't you look nice today," etc.

And then there are things that I think are best off kept to one's self. For example, bathroom habits, bedroom activities, personal hygiene routines, Sarah Palin support, etc.

Earlier today, as I was on the first leg of a very long road trip, my family and I stopped at a Rest Plaza on the side of the road. I was experiencing some mild car sickness, and was in search of some Dramamine inside the convenience store located, conveniently, inside of the Rest Plaza. I found the Dramamine I needed at quite a steep price. But rather than feeling miserable, I felt it best to bite the dust, and spend five whole dollars on four doses of the stuff.

I was about to get in line to purchase these overpriced pills when I saw the checker behind the counter was clipping his fingernails. You read correctly - clipping his fingernails.

I then proceeded to place my desperately needed pills back on the shelf.

I was not about to support this man's habit of clipping his nails publicly. I doubt that he works so much that he simply doesn't have to time to clip his nails at home. How do I know that a rogue hangnail isn't going to end up in my wax-paper wrapped convenient store hot dog? I know that because I would never get one. But someone might! And when they do, they'll be really grossed out.

So here is my plan for the night: I'm going to go read a Jodi Picoult novel in the hotel lobby while enjoying the setting sun and smiling politely at those around me.

Here is NOT my plan for the night: To sit in the front lobby reading Sarah Palin's autobiography while clipping my toenails in my underwear.

Until next time.

kp