The urinals are too close together, with no dividing wall, so I duck into one of the stalls to pee. It's a long one (I drank a lot of yerba mate this morning), and the other guy, who's finished before me, is adjusting his suit and checking his face out in the mirror as I emerge.
I begin washing my hands, doing a thorough job of it, with soap and all (in my head I'm also reciting the alphabet song, which I'm told is an appropriate amount of time to wash in order to get all the germs off), and I see, out of the corner of my eye, the other guy notice me doing so.
He thinks for a moment, and then reaches down and begins washing his hands, too.
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