"What was that - I couldn't hear you - I was flushing."
That's the first thing I heard today when I walked through the door to use the facilities at work: A co-worker multitasking from the echoing recesses of the semi-private corporate bathroom stall. Perhaps she thought it would be efficient of her to combine her business with...other business...though I beg to differ.
What is wrong with us? Are we so consumed with being accessible that we must have our privacy invaded even within the sanctuary of the porcelain throne? Is nothing is off-limits? And what of the poor soul on the other line, who is forced to endure the background noise attendant to your conversation? Are they sincerely glad you were so concerned with taking their call that you pressed that little green button mid-stream? Honestly - some things should be kept to yourselves!
My Inquiring mind wants to know, did my co-worker's mother and father tenderly read her such literary gems as *Everyone Poops, or perhaps the critically acclaimed A Potty for Me!: A Lift-the-Flap Instruction Manual when she was a little one? No, of course not, I am being silly. It must have been the classic What's Your Poo Telling You, since she was obviously highly intent on sharing that discussion with the general public via direct cell phone connection.
*I link to the books not to assist in their perpetuation, but to prove that I am not merely being facetious
