Poor etiquette

Walk to work on slushy ice (same also falling from sky.) dramatic pictures in head about slipping and tearing big hole in pants, or slipping and falling in dirty, icy puddle, or slipping and taking down old lady, slipping, falling in front of taxi cab. Images become more vivid and by time have reached school, have killed and buried self several times over. Although am in one piece am drenched, so go to bathroom to apply paper towels to neck and face. Bathroom hazy with what turns out to be marijuana smoke. Rather than try and conceal his presence, the smoker carries on inane telephone conversation about sports--conversation so technical that am not even positive which sport he is talkign about. Go back into office still very damp and in shock. Contessa says impressively, We should call security. Agree strongly and at length. But naturally, no move is made to call anybody at all. The Contessa says that in the women's bathroom the cell phone in the stall happens all the time. Next time go into bathroom--this time to put spider plant out of its misery--hear man in stall having brisk conversation about Israel and Palestine. Compose strongly worded letter to the editor but do not commit sentences to paper as come to conclusion that the Times likely not interested in topic.