Hi! My name's Gibson, or just Gib. Some of you may know me from quite a while back as --love--. Don't know if any of you were around then. so ya that's my introduction now here's a poem. I have interesting things to say I guess anyway, I mean how do you know? if anything is interesting? If four people like is it interesting? Would scientific polling be necessary? See what I mean? no, maybe you don't. I went into the bathroom of Charley's mall-side restaurant. I wasn't a patron, i was one of those restroom hoppers, you know. Got pissy at the bank, you might say. I'm in the bathroom, and i notice the guy beside me is a handwasher, you know, a handwasher. He doesn't just wash his hands he gets them damp then soaps then he rubs the soap in, for like 30 seconds, then he lets it sit another 10. Then he turns the water on and scrubs under the running water until his hands must be raw. I tried to throw my wet, dirty towel in the wrong bucket. We both laugh, he says he would do the same thing. He's a friendly handwasher, I decide. I pick the lemonade from the freezer. 3 one pink. They cost a dollar each. That's pretty impressive if you think about it, really really think about it. A pitcher of lemonade for one dollar and a bottle for $1.25 And besides, $1.00 is so even.
