I feel like I’ve given the wrong idea about the ladies’ room in my office building. It’s true, sometimes I feel like I’ve walked into a murder scene, or worse, a hippie commune.
But sometimes, my trip to the bathroom serves as a nice respite from work. Take this morning, for example: after using the facilities, I approached the sink to wash my hands and just sitting there - right next to the drain - was a beautiful, shiny, 2008-minted penny.
