The Governor and I were out running errands today and made a stop at Target. Before selecting a cart, we decided it would be prudent to make use of the bathroom facilities first.
The particular Target we visited has one of those “Family” bathrooms; a big, private room where Dad can take little Nelly and avoid the horrors of dragging a small girl in front of a line of urinals. Likewise, Mom can supervise young Robert without dragging him through a maze of women, or worse, sending him solo into the men’s room while she waits outside fearing a pedophile lurks within. So The Governor and I entered. We left immediately. I cannot help my young son use a toilet if it requires looking at skid marks left by the last occupant.
We headed into the ladies’ room. As we entered, I heard a woman talking. As we rounded the corner and the line of stalls came into view, I realized that the woman was talking to herself, as only one stall was occupied. After another moment of eavesdropping, it dawned on me that she was using her cell phone. In the stall. And then she started to pee. And she was still talking.
Who could you possibly dislike enough to chat with them on the phone and make them listen to you urinate?
And she didn’t wash her hands either.
I now look upon The Senator chewing with his mouth open as a miniscule breach of etiquette.
I'm so glad to know that I'm not the only one who finds that appalling.
Posted by: aelfheld at April 1, 2005 03:23 PM