So, I was listening to DREX in the morning on KISS FM, as I often do whenever I drive to work — which I now try to minimize since my monthly gas expenditure is threatening to exceed my mortgage. The topic was about meeting the family of a significant other. A man called in and said “I got married later in life — when I was 29.” I nearly busted a gut. 29!?! Since when is 29 considered to be later in life?? I think I might know one person who was married by 29 — and not only that but I maintain that you don’t really know yourself until you hit 30.

That was a good laugh for the morning. I sent a “LMAO” text message to DREX co-host Mel T. I occasionally text her when there’s a particularly interesting (or skanky) caller. She didn’t respond this morning, so she must have been really engrossed. She’s a champion texter, and can work that Sidekick like no other.

Now for the coworker traits. I consider myself to be pretty fortunate in that I like most of my colleagues. This hasn’t always been the case. I’ve worked in places where I swore that I was immersed in a coven.

There are few things worse than bad woman dynamics at work. The difference between disagreements between men versus women is that men prefer aboveground combat. With women, it’s submarine warfare. The surface is still, but it’s a very different story 20 feet below. The last “real” job before this one — not including my many years as a freelancer — was a hellhole. My department was 99% comprised of women, and it was a nightmare. I made a few really good lifelong friends there, but there were a few people who brought out the absolute worst of my borderline anger management issues. At least once, I had to keep myself from jumping across the desk and throttling someone (thus avoiding both jail, and the “angry black woman” label).

Again, I’m very fortunate in my current position. There’s a nice blend of men and women, and the women are very nice and supportive. However . . . their niceness doesn’t preclude them from doing strange things. Some of the women have bad bathroom habits (and because I don’t use the men’s room, I have no knowledge of what the men are doing. Thank God!!!).

- There are a few hand-washer offenders — they run their hands briefly under a short stream of water without the benefit of soap.

- Another one that I find perplexing and downright disgusting is a woman who brings food into the bathroom. That’s right, she’ll take a bagel INTO THE STALL WITH HER, and rest it ON THE FLOOR on a flimsy napkin. How about grabbing that bagel on the way back into the kitchen? Or perhaps leaving in on the counter in the vanity area, if you simply must bring it into the bathroom with you. Eww.

- The most annoying of all are those who can’t be bothered to put their toilet seat cover IN the toilet and flush it when they’re done. I don’t get it — it takes a few minutes to put the thing on the toilet, why in the world would anyone LEAVE it there?? I guess the next person is supposed to come along and handle your butt paper?? Double ewww. I don’t know who’s doing it, although it’s entertaining to figure out who it might be. I’ve been trying to narrow it down by who’s in the office on the day that it happens. It’s like my own little murder mystery — except nobody dies, and theoretically nobody could go to jail.