A while ago, I saw a video online of a drunk man at one of those metal, men’s room urinals shaped like a trough. He was so drunk that he thought it was the sink where you could wash your hands. He couldn’t figure out how to turn on the tap, so in frustration he used what he thought was water at the bottom of the urinal to wash his hands, using the urinal cakes as soap.
I think about that man a lot. I always feel as if I’m only two steps removed from being that man.