What A Prick!
March 11, 2004
I was in a stall in the restroom at work the other day when some guy walked in and began using the facilities. This didn't strike me that odd, as we were in a bathroom. What did surprise me was what happened a few seconds after he walked in.
After he began his "business", out of nowhere, he began talking. Not just mindless chatter to himself, but a full-on conversation to somebody. At first I figured somebody else must have walked in and I didn't realize it. But then, during his pauses, I realized I wasn't hearing a response. Only after a couple of exchanges, did I realize he must have been on the phone. At this point, I was going absolutely out of my mind with anger. Who is this guy?! Who does that?
I was doing my best to alleviate an already awkward situation, by being as quiet as possible. I certainly didn't want him alerted to my presence and get off the phone. Because I didn't want to have to face this guy. I was waiting 'til he finished and left, so I could leave myself.
The problem is, he wouldn't finish. He kept talking. The worst part is what he was talking about. Apparently some guy had offended him, to which he said several times, "What a prick!"
Indeed, sir. Indeed.
He also said, "That guy has no social skills."
No kidding, buddy. Coming from you, this guy must have been an absolute caveman!
One time, when I was going home to visit my parents I stopped at a gas station on the way. I was in the restroom and this woman in the stall next to me had a cell phone that started ringing. She actually answered it. Then I was concerned thinking "Do I flush and interrupt her call?" But then she said to the person, "Oh, I'm in some gas station bathroom... Yeah, some dumpy place along the interstate." So then I figured it was safe to flush and ruin her conversation. She deserved it anyway, there are some places that you just don't need to talk to people.
Posted by: Jill at March 12, 2004 02:09 PM
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