Pot Luck.

I hate pot luck luncheons. Hate them. Why, you ask? Fine, I'll tell you.

If one comes to class or work, and it is apparent one's hygiene standards are low or non-existent, another would not want to eat one's food. Another does not know how one washes one's dishes, or if one washes one's hands prior to cooking. Especially if one does not wash one's hands after having used the toilet.

And there you have it. If you look like you haven't seen a bar of soap in a week, I'm not touching any food you have cooked. So, count me out for Friday, losers.

Maybe my standards are too high. Nah.

. . .

I can hear the rain pounding against the windowpane and I want to go home.