There is no sound quite as horrible as silence. To hear the roaring flush of a toilet, the banging of the stall door, rushed footsteps- and then… nothing.
There is no sight quite as horrible, waiting in a line, then to see a person emerge from the stall, fix their hair in the mirror, and then walk out the door.
Are you confused? Or bewildered… why is this bad? Or, perhaps, your guilty minds can guess what is missing from my narrative. A grave error has been made if the hissing, cleansing sound is missing. If the foaming, sparkling sight is nowhere to be found. If the soap remains full, and the sink remains dry, you who have erred will pay the price.
A ruinous odor clings to you negligent people, stalking you like a hungry shadow throughout the day. Greedy germs will fester, oozing and crawling over the hands of you repulsive people. The parasite feeds mercilessly on its host, but does not stop there. You selfish people doom not only yourselves, but your fellows as well. Everything you heedless people absentmindedly touch becomes infected, and the malicious bacteria lives there now too, and contaminates all who come into contact with it. A contagious spread indeed, aiming to rival COVID-19. Before long some succumb to sickness. The germs have no pity, and you revolting people have no remorse.
Scum of the Earth! Before long, you will crave the cleansing burn of hand sanitizer over all else. You will scrub urgently at raw skin, but even bathing in a tub full of pure alcohol would not sanitize you nauseating people.
Scum of the Earth! You disinfect desperately, again and again until your palms are cracked and dry, but still you feel the phantom crawling of your own feces at your fingertips.
Moral of the story: Please wash your hands. If not for my sake, then your own.