I walked outside the door of my office today to the strangest site. Four grown men in suits, ties flung over one shoulder, were wheelbarrow racing down the hall. Sometimes I think this office building isn't real.
I work for a non-profit so we don't have the money to work in a fancy office building (not that I would want to). Instead, our office is located down the street from the Anheuser-Bush Plant (of the famous Budweiser and Bud Light fortune) in a slightly run down 70's looking building owned by the State Highway Patrol. The tenant list is peppered with New Age self-help groups, Alternative Medicine Practitioners, Massage Therapists, ESOL agencies, and other random small family-owned businesses. The randomness definately translates to the constituency (classic Birkenstock population). In fact, the interesting wheelbarrow behavior is not the strangest thing I have witnessed while working here.
A few months ago I was in the restroom washing my hands beside what looked to be a fairly normal young lady. I would guess her to be in her late twenties/early thirties. As we were washing our hands an older woman slipped out of the last stall and out the door. I barely noticed her. This was not true for my hand-washing friend. Not even pausing long enough to grab a paper towel, she ran into the hall following the woman yelling, "You are not going to wash your hands?!?! You are disgusting! Do you hear me? That is foul!" As the women quickend her pace and made her way back to her office (from which I am almost positive she will always hesitate to leave) hand-washing lady turns to three men waiting for the elevator and relays the happening in great detail. I'm sure they were relieved to see the elevator door open to reveal respite from the hand-washer turned story-teller.
Witnessing this episode, I asked myself what kind of commitment to cleanliness one would need in order to carry out his/her convictions to such a radical degree. The germ-ridden woman did not work with her, nor would she touch her, so what could possibly drive someone to this sort of action? This remains an enigma to this day. However, I do believe it my duty, after witnessing such an occurance, to caution all those who frequent public restrooms to make sure you wash your hands before exiting. You never know when you will run into a hand-washing enthusiast who will mercilessly call you out.
What a crazy day! I don't remember any other election being quite so chaotic...blue and red people walking into your car on the street and the lines at the poles out the door. I guess the latest stats show that there are over 1 million new registered voters in Ohio. This could account for the insanity. However, it's really cool to see this many people voting. Let's just hope we don't have to wait a few months to find out who won.
I'm about one hour from jumping in my car and heading to NYC where Katie and I will catch our flight to Prague. That's right, folks, I am regaining my world-traveler status! It's been far too long. Two weeks of fun-filled European travels!
Kate and I took a sleeper train last night across the Dreaded Passage Way. This is the route from Prague to Krakow Poland. We made it across alive with no instances of the russian mafia gassing us in our sleep and stealing all of our stuff. In fact, we were the only people on the entire train car which made for an extremely creepy experience. Between the old train car and the abrupt awakenings by Polish accented guards demanding our passports, I felt as though I had stepped into some strange WWII movie.
Krakow has proven to be worth the journey, however. The city is beautiful and full fascinating history.
Tomorrow we visit Aushwitz. I am more than a little apprehensive as it's so close to my moms birthday. For some reason traveling has really made me miss her more than I have been able to up to this point.
Well, I must be off. We have an early morning tomorrow and there are many little travelers waiting for me to be finished with the computer.
-Traveling is not just seeing the new, it is also leaving behind. --Not just opening doors, but also closing them behind you, never to return. -JÃƒÆ’¤n Myrdal