Yesterday, I went to a restaurant with USMCman and Thing2. A rare day, indeed! After eating lunch, I visited the restroom. There were two stalls, one occupied and I could hear the woman inside TALKING.
I assumed that she had a small child in the stall with her; there is a difficult stage between 2-ish and 6-ish where you just don't want to send your kid alone into a public bathroom. They might decide to stay inside for hours or bother other people. Said age span forces parents to take their child with them into the bathroom for both sanity and safety's sake.
I went into my stall and then realized by her LOUD talking that she was ON HER CELL PHONE WHILE SITTING ON THE TOILET! Honest to Pete, she was having some sort of business or social discussion!
At first I felt uncomfortable. "Oh, I'd better pee quietly!" crossed my mind. "I don't want the other person to hear me. "
How stupid is that? But that was my innate midwestern sense of privacy coming to the fore. Sadly enough for my childhood upbringing, I've lived around Marines for too long, and so... I got PISSED! (pun intended)
My sense of outrage and humor surfaced and I decided SCREW HER AND HER PHONE BUDDY TOO! If you're using a public restroom as your personal office space, you get what you get.
With that cheery thought in mind, I peed as loudly as possible and then flushed gleefully several times-- waiting for her to start speaking before I flushed so that she was forced to repeat herself. Hee hee! THEN, to make my bathroom visit complete, I washed my hands and ran the hand-dryer through three cycles. Gotta get your hands really, really dry, right? Hee hee! Childish? YES! Fun? HELL, YES!
Dear readers, have you ever seen people taking phone calls in the stalls before? Did you have fun whizzing on their conversations?
3 comments:
I would have wanted to, but must admit that I am a wimp about stuff like that.
However I am looking forward to getting to pee without a child accompanying me. It is one of those small luxuries you don't anticipate missing.
I'm sorry ladies, but my only frame of reference to this is trying to go to the bathroom in PetSmart with Brigitte (my 75-pound lab/border collie mix) in tow.
She's a good girl, but I have to go in the big stall and get her to sit and stay while I do what I have to do.
As for the cell phone--you GO Informatrix!! I'm SO proud of you!! Childish? If yes...SO WHAT?! I say you are awesome!
I don't want to burst your bubble, EJ, but women aren't really very quiet or well-behaved in the bathroom, either... HA!
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