Worse than the filth,
Far worse than other people's germs,
Worse than your children touching every square inch of the dernd pot before you can get away from them...
I have, in my late 20's, discovered the absolute worst reality of public restrooms.
I was washing my hands in a public restroom and I turned to the infamous blowy thing to dry them - this is where my disgust with public restrooms turned to horror.
The skin on my not-so-taught hands rippled like an ocean of skin when I slid them underneath the blowy thing!!
How horrifying!
From this point on, if you smell a slightly odd scent on me, you can bet it will be the generous slathering of wrinkle cream I applied just before leaving my house.
This marks a new day for me.
Goodbye youth, goodbye...
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I started using Oil of Olay when I met a friend's mother, who I mistaked for her sister! My friend said that they used it and by-golly, I bought some! She probably just has good genes and stayed indoors, but it's worth trying!
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