Don't ever call me when you are on the pot! |
A friend of mine was really upset when she visited a public
restroom and had to stand in line to wash her hands. No, that wasn't the issue.
It was that a woman, who had been texting in the stall, had to finish her text
while standing in front of the sink. Eventually she did wash her hands.
So that reminded me. I've been raving a lot lately about
great travel destinations, events and finds. But what about the
"rant" in Travel Writer Rants and Raves? Well my friend's experience
reminded me of a big pet peeve I have. And it is at the top of my mind now as I
prepare to travel by plane in a few weeks.
So... have you ever been in a public restroom, especially in
airports, and heard, from the next stall, a loud and animated cell phone
conversation? Well, I have and it goes like this. "Hi Mary. I just got off
the plane (tinkle, tinkle). Yeah, I need for you to come pick me up when I get
my luggage (poop, gas, plop). The trip was great. I got sunburned... yeah! (roll
paper, wipe, wipe, roll paper) Wait till I tell you about the big Margarita
incident!" (FLUSH!). (Door Clicks
Open).
So don't you think Mary heard that? How rude! It was rude
enough for me to listen to it all but I expect some of that in public restrooms.
So, dear friends and colleagues. Please, don't ever call me
when you are on the pot. Because I can hear it all and I think it is muy rudo.
Rant over!
I hate to say this, but when my sons call me, about half the time, it's obvious that they're calling while tending to bodily elimination of one sort or another. I'm afraid that if I call them out on it, that will be the last time I hear from them.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! I think I would tell my son to call me the half of the time when he's not in the bathroom and talk 2x longer! :)
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