I was washing a cup out in the restroom where I work. One of the stalls had the door closed. I thought I heard talking. The water muted a lot of noise, but as I turned off the water and was drying the cup, I was privy (sorry for the pun) to one side of a conversation behind the tan steel door.
We have been invaded with cell phones, and I guess one can't assume that all will act responsibly. If you ever talk to me on a cell phone please have the decency to terminate the call if you are going into the bathroom, or let it go to voicemail if you are in the middle of a bathroom moment. I am a visual person, 'nuff said!
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Well, I know it wouldn't be me! That's completely Disgusting! But my husband dose it all the time.
Sheri Ives
Ha! My DH does this all the time too. Perhaps I'm too private, but I'd be at a loss for words should I even attempt this.
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