Clean Up After Yourself

I write to you from a plane. I think i've told everyone how awesome Virgin America is because they have wifi on their planes. And since they're giving it away for free, it's even more awesome. Except for the fact that I may miss my connecting flight because the plane took off an hour late (we'll have to see how that one turns out).

I'm going to let you in on a personal mindset of mine, that I've only recently realized I harbor. I like access. What kind? I'm not talking about internet access, although it is nice to be able to waste every moment of free time I have. I'm talking about access to a restroom. It's not like I have to go all the time or anything, but I like to be able to go if nature calls. It's why I'm sitting in an aisle seat right now. I don't have to do that awkward half-bent, half-squat scoot and shimmy past everyone in the row to get to my destination when I want to.

That's just some background, however, and you've probably learned more about me than you need to know. The point is, I get to the lavatory and walk in and theres trash everywhere and someone obviously has poor aim. I can be lazy and not clean it up, as it wasn't my mess in the first place, but then you KNOW the next guy or girl who goes in there is gonna look at you like you're a serial killer for the rest of the trip. So I HAVE to clean it up. I'm not paid to clean bathrooms (anymore). This is ridiculous. Clean up after yourself.