16 August 2017
She made me wash my hands
Sometimes I don't wash my hands after going to the toilet.
There, I said it. Judge me however you like, but it's true, and I know I'm not alone. But today, in the most unlikeliest of places, I've never felt more obliged to give my hands a damn good seeing-to in a sink.
I was in one of the McDonald's restaurants (again, don't judge) on Oxford Street today using the toilets. They have this new European-style set up where the sinks, mirrors and hand dryers are in a communal area servicing both the male and female toilets.
After using the toilet I was in a hurry and planned on doing my familiar splash and dash. So, out of the toilet and into the communal area I strolled making for the door when all of a sudden I locked eyes with a woman waiting to get into the ladies.
It was only for a split-second but she conveyed all she needed to: "Don't even think of walking out of here without washing your hands you grubby son-of-a-bitch. You're everything I don't want my son to be and the exact kind of wretched soul my daughter should stay away from."
It worked. I washed my hands thoroughly. With soap.
How many other behaviours could we change with this kind of social pressure? It reminds me of that Australian advert that ran a few years ago where hot girls insinuated speeding drivers (who are usually young males) had tiny dicks. A survey revealed that some 60% of young guys said the ad made them think of how they were driving.
Rules and regulations only help change behaviour so much. It's culture that makes the real difference, that makes us level up and become the best version of ourselves.