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urine nation

there is no gentle way to express this: someone peed in the elevator in my building.

i know there's a guy here who owns a dog (they're officially verboten), there may even be two. i like animals (in a non-sexual way) a lot and i really don't want the owners of these dogs to get in trouble, since they seem like nice enough people. so my first instinct, other than retching, was that i hoped it wasn't the dog, so there wouldn't be any problems for them.

then i clued in to exactly how ridiculous that sentiment was. because if it wasn't the dog, it means that i am living in the same building as someone who doesn't have the social graces to realise that there is a fundamental difference between the floor of the elevator and a public toilet. how far has society sunk when it becomes socially acceptable to pee on the floor? if these people can't control themselves in the elevator, how long before peeing on the floors of their apartment becomes part of their day? and what if they live in the apartment upstairs from me? will the ceiling eventually soak through and collapse? i don't want to go out of this life crushed by a chunk of pee-soaked plaster.

to be fair, the elevator in my building is one of the slowest in the world, so maybe someone just couldn't hold it in any more, but if they are so busy that they have to hold their urine in for hours until they literally burst, maybe they need to clear some time in their schedule.

since the floor of the elevator is carpeted, that scent isn't going anywhere. and apparently, whoever the urinator is, they aren't going to make an effort to be decent and at least clean up the mess that they left. so i'm avoiding the elevator at all costs until further notice. on the bright side, maybe taking the stairs more often will give me a bit of a workout.

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