It seems to never fail lately when I go out to eat and I use the bathroom I see one of the servers in there yacking away on the phone. I don’t know if they’ve just finished their business or if they’re sneaking a phone break. Either way, work time is not the proper time to be carrying on a conversation. If it’s that important ask a manager for a five minute break while you go into the back and sort it out.
Not only did I put in my years in the restaurant business, but I also find it revolting to hear anyone’s bodily functions if I don’t have to. I’ll put my husband on hold if I have to pee.
My supervisor once dropped her phone in the toilet (don’t ask) and was infuriated when the cell phone company told her they don’t replace waterlogged phones. “Well, I’ll just throw it in the street and run over it with my car. Then will you replace it?”
Heh, I’ve been in China too long. This just sounds normal to me. Cell phones on the bus, on the subway, in a restaurant while stitting at a table, in the freaking classroom, in the toilet… It’s all good apparently. Don’t even notice it anymore, to be honest. However, those annoying smokers in the bathroom, that still gets me. Heck, it’s basically just a hazy white cloud in there at work. Times like that makes me wish I was a woman (Chinese women as a rule don’t smoke, while the menfolk are chimneys).
**Both ** my parents did this. Every house we bought had to have at least three bathrooms; 2 half-baths for my parents to their stuff and a full bath so I could shower, etc., while they were hogging up the bathroom.
And I am seriously not kidding, either. They would both get up half an hour early to do this. my dad just didn’t eat or talk on the phone in there.
When I saw Volunteers, there’s a scene where the strange guy with the knife “Mike” busts in on Chung-Mee in the bathroom. Well, Chung-Mee throws food at him.
45 minutes is nothing compared to the time my husband will sit on the toilet. He takes in a book and forgets about what’s going on. It wouldn’t bother me so much if we had another bathroom and I didn’t have someone headbutting me in the bladder every once in a while.
Apparently he picked up the habit from his mother. I don’t understand it at all. I’ve tried it before. Within five minutes I’m ready to get up and out no matter how good the book is. The idea of having my waste sitting in the bowl below me just makes me feel dirty.
Well, they won’t cover a phone jettisoned from a car doing 100 MPH in an emergency maneuver, so I doubt they’d cover a phone that got run over in the parking lot.
Why do you guys care so much that people do it to other people? If you don’t like it, don’t let your friends do it to you. I don’t think I have any friends who don’t allow me to pee while talking to them. If they asked me not to, I would respect it, of course. And no, I don’t need both hands, and yes, I still wash both hands.
If I hear someone talking on a cell phone while I’m anywhere in the restroom I make sure I flush ASAP just so the person on the other end of the conversation knows for sure where the conversation’s coming from.
I dunno what it is about phone conversations–people think it’s OK to eat while they’re talking on the phone (smack. slurp, chomp, yeah baby, that’s what I want in my ear) or yell into the phone (apparently they are paying the big bucks for a tin-cans-and-string connection) or use the restroom (because they can’t hang up and pee at the same time?)
At least when Clark Kent was dropping trou in the phone booth, he picked one with a solid wood door.
My husband does the same thing, and we only have the one bathroom. We have to keep telling him “NO PARKING!”
I used to say that I’d go buy a new toilet and just set it in the bedroom so he could drop his pants and read in there all day if he wanted to. I’m still thinking about doing that.
But when we put a new toilet in the bathroom, I noticed with great amusement that he made sure the old one got broken up with a sledgehammer. I guess he didn’t want to see it placed in a strategic location by his side of the bed.
My girlfriend does this to me on a consistent basis. When I first started talking to her, she wouldn’t do it (or she probably just did it discreetly) but then she got the idea from who in the hell knows where. Basically, it doesn’t bother me, and it’s good to know that she’s comfortable enough with herself in front of me to do that. However, if someone else is in the bathroom she will bring the conversation will come to a quick end.
I carry a cell phone at work and if I don’t answer it bounces back to the desk.
So if it rings when I’m in the bathroom I check the number and if I don’t recognize it, I let the desk pick it up. Usually they figure I just can’t get to that second and take a message.
I really don’t feel like talking on the phone when I’m on the pot. How do you keep from getting DNA on it? Eww. Am I supposed to use the right hand for calls and the left for wiping?
Yes. The phone was in the cupholder, and it rang. I picked it up, and then this idiot in a minivan decides that he needs the middle lane NOW. As I moved my left hand to the wheel, I tossed the phone. Fortunately the window was closed. I asked my dad whether they’d have covered the phone had the window been open, and he was certain they wouldn’t have.
