As I have mentioned previously, I once shared a dormitory with thirty-one fellow males. During this time, I distinctly remember being in its communal bathroom, as I washed my hands, when the door of the cubicle behind me suddenly opened and its hitherto occupant proceeded to head for the exit.
“Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” I inquired.
“I only wash my hands when my fingers go through the toilet paper!” Came his reply as he proceeded on his way.