Grossness

So here I am in lovely Frankfurt for more meetings. Getting to work entails a short walk through Frankfurt's red light district, which is probably perfectly safe or they wouldn't have put us up in this hotel, but it's still pretty seedy. Anyway, yesterday I got to my meeting and I was settling in I noticed a band-aid stuck to the bottom of my shoe. Maybe it's just me, but there's something distinctly unpleasant about finding a band-aid from the Frankfurt red light district on your person. Fortunately I was able to use my other shoe to scrape it off without having to make physical contact, but still...