{"id":1070,"date":"2009-09-25T07:19:50","date_gmt":"2009-09-25T14:19:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/?p=1070"},"modified":"2025-05-23T17:34:48","modified_gmt":"2025-05-23T22:34:48","slug":"thursday-september-24th","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/thursday-september-24th\/","title":{"rendered":"Middle Class Problems &#8211; Thursday September 24th"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/djs1021\/18286155\/\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/18286155_96153fb6aa-300x300.jpg\" alt=\"18286155_96153fb6aa\" title=\"18286155_96153fb6aa\" width=\"300\" height=\"300\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-1071\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/18286155_96153fb6aa-300x300.jpg 300w, http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/18286155_96153fb6aa-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/09\/18286155_96153fb6aa.jpg 432w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 85vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Dear Poor Lucky Me,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>I am a thirty five year old white male with a well respected position in a good company.  I enjoy the finer things in life: lobster, designer shoes, the Louvre.  But there is a scenario I fear so much the very thought of it makes me want to hide under my desk and cry.  And its unavoidable.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>Can you think of anything worse than for me to have to use the urinal after some one who has clearly just polished off a Venti Starbucks coffee?  Being so intimate with another man&#8217;s digestion is really too much for me to handle.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n<p>With Respect,<br \/>\nTea Only<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\n<strong><br \/>\nDear Tea Only,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nUsing a public toilet is always the downfall of those trying to shelter themselves from the dregs of society.  And by dregs, I mean anyone\/anything not associates with the Louvre and caviar.   So if you must use a public toilet you have to be tough.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nI guess a worse thing to encounter would be a guy who ate a ton of asparagus, or one of those bathrooms where the stalls don&#8217;t have doors.  Either of those situations would rattle me more than coffee-pee.  <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There are a litany of MUCH more disturbing things you could see in a bathroom, but I&#8217;m trying to keep my answer in the same vein as the question.  If you started with &#8220;coffee&#8221; I&#8217;m not going to finish with &#8220;glory hole&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nI recommend always going home to use the bathroom.  If your boss or supervisor can&#8217;t allow that, you should get a job working from home.  At some point you may just have to concede because you don&#8217;t want to lose your job and end up homeless.  The streets are like one never ending public toilet. <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\nSincerely,<br \/>\nPoor Lucky Me<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Dear Poor Lucky Me, &nbsp; I am a thirty five year old white male with a well respected position in a good company. I enjoy the finer things in life: lobster, designer shoes, the Louvre. But there is a scenario I fear so much the very thought of it makes me want to hide under &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/thursday-september-24th\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Middle Class Problems &#8211; Thursday September 24th&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1070","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1070","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1070"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1070\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3695,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1070\/revisions\/3695"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1070"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1070"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.poorluckyme.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1070"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}