February 6, 2011 Leave a comment
Imagine that you were with me when I was in a stall in a ladies’ restroom . . . on second thought, maybe don’t imagine that! Anyhow, I heard a “Hi, there. How’s it going?” coming from the stall next to me. I bent down and looked under my stall both directions and saw only one other pair of feet. It was just her and me. Not to be rude, I replied, “It’s . . . going fine, how about you?”
Then, she said, “Can you take Joey to soccer at 5?”
What?? I didn’t even know her and she wants me to . . . Ohhh . . .
Yep, she was on her cell phone.
Since when did we need to talk on the phone and use the toilet at the same time? OK. Guilty. But at least I do try to hang up before I flush.