Took a cheese sandwich to endure a late work-shift. Visited the restroom and there was a small but clearly visible bloodstain on the toilet when I got in.
Girls, I thought to myself and shook my head.
Walked back to my desk and as I was about to type on my laptop, I noticed a bleeding gash in my index finger. I had cut myself on the cheese-slicer.
Boy, I thought to myself and shook my head for the second time in a minute.