There are people in the world — dangerous people — who are drunk with power (cough, cough, Cheney) but most of them are harmless little weenies whose sole purpose is to drive you nuts with their arbitrary rules, plus the obvious ones now chiseled in stone, so they'll have something to point at when they catch you. I, for one, won't be returning to the newest coffeshop here in South Bay Mouth [Rohr’s], not because the decor wasn't my taste and the and the employees unfriendly, but because of their "Ten Commandments", helpfully posted on the wall. You're basically walking into a nanny state: "Feet off the sofa! We are not a maid service, Clean up after yourselves! No cursing!"
Even better, there's a separate list of bathroom rules taped to the toilet, and if the standard Rohr's code of laws isn't patronizing enough [I'm sorry, I mean General Bathroom Tips]. I thought I should have wiped my feet before entering their latrine, throne of all thrones! Or else I would be arrested by the Toilet Police. I left a note torn from my scrapbook that read something to the like of... "Gee, thanks for the "tips," but I'm fully toilet trained and confident in my ability to use a bathroom without any retarded rhyming advice."
I would've taken a picture of the non-bathroom related rules, but it turns out "No photography" is on the list.
~I wrote this during my last visit to Manitulin Island~
http://www.icbe.org/icbe.shtml
http://www.zefrank.com/thewiki/poop
Teresa
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