My Writing on the Bathroom Wall

I read today that Mario Batali equated blogging to "writing on the bathroom wall". Now, I'm not if that's what he said verbatim but it's an interesting enough analogy that I thought I would comment on it. Plus, it's a slow day.

When I was growing up and anytime I saw writing on the bathroom wall, it seemed somewhat frightening. Since I was raised in a religious household, I'm sure that I thought this vandalism was a sin. I mean, what scofflaw would dare deface this public restroom? This is public property! I can't believe anyone would have the audacity to perpetrate such behavior! Why would some write "wipe hands on pants" directly on the automatic hand dryer?!? That would get your pants wet!

Now that I'm older I've come to realize that all this graffiti has purpose. Some angry, spiteful person has got to let out some frustration. No better place than a public bathroom to do that. Now EVERYONE can see how I feel about a certain someone. Usually in the form of a phone number preceded by "FOR A GOOD TIME CALL..." or a one-word expletive.

I had plenty of good times growing up but I never did muster up the nerve to call one of those numbers. But then again, that was before cell phones...

Since the joke I included at the end of yesterday's post was so well received, I will include another today:

A grasshopper hops into a bar and jumps up on the bar stool and says, "I'll have a scotch and soda."

The bartender whips around and says, "Hey, we've got a drink named after you."

The grasshopper says, "You've got a drink named Irving?"