Last Wednesday I ate my sack lunch, read tales from the internet, and decided to enjoy the nice weather with a 10-minute walk outdoors.
I returned to the building and walked into the second-floor restroom. A child approximately ten years of age stood near the sinks, washing his bare feet with dampened paper towels. As I washed my hands, he grabbed his socks from the counter, stepped into them, and left.
I walked back to my cubicle and sat down. "If You're Happy and You Know It" chimed from next door, as did the words, "Did you find your toes? Did you find your toes? Those are good toes! Put those in your mouth! La la la la la la la! La la la la la!"
And that's how a professional spent his Wednesday at his office building full of other professionals.