Dear Girl Talking on Her Cellphone While in the Bathroom,
Hey, this is the girl from the next stall over. You know, the one wearing the dirty socks. But you probably didn't notice as you were so wrapped up in your conversation.
As much as I enjoy a little bit of entertainment while I sit there (I bring books in there all of the time), I tend to draw the line at cellphone conversations. You may be enjoying yourself, but trust me, I'm not. Public bathrooms are uncomfortable enough without the added drawback of having to listen to someone talk while taking care of... uh, business. You don't hear me busting out Shakespearean monologues, do you? I think not.
Though even that wouldn't be as bad as a cellphone conversation. See, while the monologue is a two person embarrassment (the reader and the listener), a cellphone involves three or more. Seriously, do you want to broadcast to whoever you're communicating to that you're on the toilet? If so, that's a fetish I don't need to know about.
So, in conclusion, let's stop these little cellphone chats for good, shall we? Because if I hear it again, I am going to make myself obnoxious in ways not necessarily accepted by polite society. And don't think I won't. You only know me by my stockinged feet.
Hugs and kisses,
K.
Hey, this is the girl from the next stall over. You know, the one wearing the dirty socks. But you probably didn't notice as you were so wrapped up in your conversation.
As much as I enjoy a little bit of entertainment while I sit there (I bring books in there all of the time), I tend to draw the line at cellphone conversations. You may be enjoying yourself, but trust me, I'm not. Public bathrooms are uncomfortable enough without the added drawback of having to listen to someone talk while taking care of... uh, business. You don't hear me busting out Shakespearean monologues, do you? I think not.
Though even that wouldn't be as bad as a cellphone conversation. See, while the monologue is a two person embarrassment (the reader and the listener), a cellphone involves three or more. Seriously, do you want to broadcast to whoever you're communicating to that you're on the toilet? If so, that's a fetish I don't need to know about.
So, in conclusion, let's stop these little cellphone chats for good, shall we? Because if I hear it again, I am going to make myself obnoxious in ways not necessarily accepted by polite society. And don't think I won't. You only know me by my stockinged feet.
Hugs and kisses,
K.
So funny! Just yesterday when I went to the bathroom at work, there was a women in there, hiding apparently (though not well), attempting to have a serious conversation on her cell phone. Hello? Maybe the stairwell would be a better place for a private conversation? Not somewhere that the person you are talking to can hear everyone on the floor "taking care of business."
ReplyDeleteLOL, I know. It is seriously the most awkward thing about living in a dorm. I don't feel comfortable knowing that I'm on speaker phone in the restroom, whether I want to be or not!
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Yeah, she wasn't saying anything interesting. I could almost deal with a cellphone fight, but having it in the restroom is a stretch.
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