I was really rather excited to get out of the apartment today and have lunch with Dave and some of his English grad buddies. Perhaps more so than I should have been since I've been going a little stir crazy over the last week. So an afternoon of conversation, fresh air and pizza was plenty to be happy about. But I was not out of the parking garage for ten minutes when I found my self in a situation I never would have imagined.
I had gone into the ladies room and opened the door to the closest of the two stalls when I found myself face to face with an awkward photo of a woman exhaling smoke; awkward to the point of creepy. At this point I reached over openned the door of the other stall and found that it had a banana on the inside. Without looking at the cleanliness, functioning or toilet paper quantity in either stall I chose the second stall. It wasn't until I had closed the latch that I realized how rediculous this was. When did advertising get such a choke hold on us that my choice of bathroom stalls was made based on whether I wanted to look at the creepy anti-smoking woman or the AIDS banana? And who the hell authorized an ad campaign featuring the AIDS banana anyway?! Someone should really fire them.