Thursday, December 06, 2007

Charmed, I'm Sure

I walked into the men's room:
Voice from the stall: "Hello?"

Me: Um.*

Voice from the stall: "Hello?"

Me: Um.

Voice from the stall: "Hey, Tom, this is..."
Cellphones are confusing.**

* Is he talking to me? Is he in trouble? Maybe it's a medical emergency. Or maybe he needs toilet paper (in which case I'd rather not get involved, though I suppose...). Or maybe he's getting all Larry Craig on me. But in the work bathroom? Or...

** Loud cellphone conversations in public restroom stalls are gross. (Isn't that what texting is for?)


  1. But the texting can get messy ;)
    One of my old coworkers was always having cell phone conversations in the toilet stall. It was very disconcerting.

  2. Anonymous12:22 PM

    If the poor talking head did need toilet paper, you could have at least thrown him a roll over the top of the stall. Then make a quick exit.
    Blogger sucks. It's always changing the damned identity qualifier.

  3. I usually just flush something and hope the guy will get the point.

    She thinks some people do it a work because some offices don't allow people to make personal calls on their cells.