Conjunctivitis-ridden babies

Forgive me father, for I have sinned. But yea for idle hands are the devil's workshop, and o for the hospital waiting room makes for idle hands. Well, something like that, anyway. I admit to being naughty in the doctor's office today whilst waiting for my brother's appointment to be finished. About midway through said appointment, as I festered in the waiting room in the pediatrics ward amidst conjunctivitis-ridden babies and irritating small children, I found myself in the ownership of a fairly full bladder. After inquiring as to the wherabouts of the "facilities" from the desk clerk - pardon, medical billing technician - I found myself urinating in some very adequate facilities. Complete with cheery wallpaper depicting scenes from local landmarks, I found that my evacuation experience was nearly perfect, save one small detail: there had been a minor oversight in toilet paper replacement. Finding myself pulling straight from the core of the roll, I realized that this had been merely a small mistake in forgetting to replace the emptied roll from the ample supply of 2-ply atop the toilet tank.

Of course, as I kindly corrected this oversight, I noticed that also atop the toilet tank were two sets of wax dixie-cups, both labeled "Urine Collection Container." Most tempted by the prospect of ownership of such a fine specimen jar, I proceeded to help myself to one of the smaller models of dixie cup (I would've taken the large one and found a Starbucks cap for it, but it was the last one, and I was a little worried that someone had already used it and just disposed of it on the top of the toilet tank, whereas the stack of dixie cups was clearly safer). After finishing my business in the bathroom, I proceeded outwards towards the waiting room, stopping first to fill up at the drinking fountain. Once back in the waiting room, I proceeded to nonchalantly drink from my Urine Collection Container, much to the abject horror and distaste of those around me.

On a more contemplative note, I was thinking of pasting a "red shell" label on one of the radio buttons for the drive test tomorrow - little Mariokart humor. Thoughts anyone?

Further bulletins as events warrant.