Tuesday, March 01, 2005
( 9:11 AM ) teahouse
The other day M, one of my coworkers, came by my office to tell me it was his last day; he was leaving the firm to go in-house at a pharmaceutical company.
"It was nice working with you," M said, and extended his hand to shake mine.
I shook his hand with great reluctance.
One of my other male coworkers told me last month that M never washes his hands in the men's room after urinating.
I think he broke some ancient male code by telling me that, but now I know so there's no going back.
M seems like such a nice, neat and clean guy, too.
After he left, I slathered my hands with Purell. #