4/13/2005

No, I do not want to chat

So I'm in the ladies' room washing my hands, and a voice from inside one of the stalls calls out. "Excuse me! Can you hand me in some toilet paper? There's none here." "OK," I reply, "I just need to dry my hands." "Karen! Is that you?" It was one of the ladies from HR. And she starts talking to me from inside the stall about how frustrating it is when there is no paper, and what a hectic morning it has been (what with the traffic, and she had a run in her stockings first thing, and her interview candidate was a full hour early so he's been waiting in the lobby...) Let's get something straight- there are, like, five people that I'm not totally squicked out by talking to me from the other side of a bathroom stall. Two of them are related to me by blood. I don't mind her asking for help, because, seriously, that part is totally understandable. But I do not want to have any conversation that needs to pause for a flush. Her part of the conversation should have ended with "Thanks."

2 Comments:

Blogger Rude Cactus said...

Men rarely talk to each other. It just doesn't seem right, for some reason. I don't, however, understand people who talk on their cell phones on the stalls. That? Is odd.

4/18/2005 2:33 PM  
Blogger MP said...

This reminds me of the Seinfeld episode where Elaine need some t.p. and the lady in the next stall "couldn't spare a square".

Yeah, cell phones in the bathroom are WRONG.

4/19/2005 6:04 PM  

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