Sheesh Peesh

This afternoon, I made a stop to the ladies room. It is only normal to go after lunching, beveraging, and walking around in the park. I am not really one to want to chat it up with the other women I meet in the bathroom - after all, we go there for usually ONE purpose, and that purpose is to be privately done behind a stall door. But I will exchange polite smiles and hellos to people I see coming in and going out.

But then, its down to business.

Except when, which seems to be a greater frequency these days, that business concentration gets completely thrown when in walks some woman, jabbering on her cellphone.

She goes into the stall next door. You peek under the stall just enough to do the shoe check- yep, just one person, not two . . . one person with an ear extension.

So, she's talking - and your, well, peeing. . . its awkward. You don't want to be loud, you don't really want to flush. But its the place where this is done, not talking on your phone. She doesn't seem to mind doing her business and talking. . . but does that person on the other line know? Who cares, concentrate, hurry up.

You just keep concentrating, going, and then, take a deep breath, and FLUSH!!!

Done.

Wash your hands and try not to stare down the woman when she emerges from the stall, phone still intact. (Shouldn't she disinfect her phone too? Eww, Gross!)


Courtesy people. Courtesy. Talk OUTSIDE the bathroom.