While waiting for her date at their table at a restaurant, a young woman needs to go to the ladies room. A mysophobe - or in layman's terms a germaphobe - the woman has to negotiate the germ pitfalls of the ladies room. She tries to do her business while not letting her skin touch any of the surfaces in the ladies room. She does so with the preciseness of the most skilled artisan. But the germs in the ladies room may ultimately be the least of her worries at the restaurant.