Having a personal sense of responsibility and duty can be risky sometimes.
While on duty at my part-time job at a FastStop convenience store/gas station/cigarette emporium, I needed to visit the little blogger's room to "powder my nose."
As I stepped up to the floor-length drain-your-bladder station, I noticed a piece of wet paper toweling in the bottom of said station. I was going to ignore it, but heard my conscience whisper, "Why should you leave that for some other co-worker to pick up?"
I sighed, took a half step back, and bent over to pick up the bit of trash.
It was then I was reminded the urinals at FastStop are automatic flushers.
Amazing how cold that water is.