Today while drying my hands in the men’s room at work I glanced down into the trash can and could read part of a label that had been torn off a bottle or box of some product. In bold letters it proclaimed: Hazardous to Humans and Domestic Animals.
I really wanted to learn more, but did not want to be “that guy” caught rummaging through the garbage in the men’s room. I’ll probably have this job for a few more years, so that’s not a reputation I want to carry with me.
From the edges of the label I could see, it had obviously been torn, so I’m not certain I could have even learned the name of the product it boldly warned me about.
Was this something the custodian was spraying around my desk?
Is it the reason I no longer have wood ants crawling around the window but have a lingering cough?
Is it the sweet-clean concoction they mix in the mop water?
All I know is that it is something used in the building and it is something Hazardous to Humans and Domestic Animals.
Which leads me to wonder:
Does that mean it is safe for wild animals?
Does appropriate disposal mean pouring it into the creek or down an open sewer with direct drain to the river?
Maybe tomorrow I’m going to be “that guy” who demands the custodians open up their secret stash of products so I can read all the labels to put my paranoia aside – or make it worse.