Its’ about 2 hours after dinner and I feel the call of nature. So I pick up some reading material and head on down to the ole communal bathroom. My prefered toilet is clogged (again) so I settle for #3, lock myself in, drop the necessary garmets, and relax.
Then comes a high pitched voice followed by a tenor. “Okay, fine,” I think. "Girls come in here all the time. I can hold off the fireworks for a little.
So I wait a little, then more, then more. A full minute has passed and neither the girl nor the guy have picked a stall, nor brushed their teeth, nor anything. I think “Fine, I gave her a little time, but since she insists upon staying here goes…”
Just then the door opens again and again. One guy goes to the urinal, the other to the only useable stall, and they start talking about b.s. along with the guy and the girl. Fed up and tense, I fled the scene and found a nice, quiet bathroom a few floors up.
I’m not anti-girl. I’m not anti-social. I just don’t like bathroom talk. When my pants are down the only things I want to hear are curses and deities taken in vain or “It doesn’t look cancerous to me, Mr. Drayton.” If your friend had 20 shots at the frats and puking his brains out, fine, talk. Are you so important that you can’t spare talking for 5 minutes, top. Sheesh.
Just curious, but is there any reason why you had to pin all the blame on the girl? If the next two guys came in and started chit-chatting with the first guy and the girl, all of them are to blame. Maybe it’s just me, (and yes, I am a girl) but I don’t think she’s the only one to blame.
Good lord, who the hell wants to stand around in a bathroom and chit-chat anyways?
I’m with jjimm on this one; drop your load, complete with the loudest grunting, straining, and relieved noises you can manage. Finish with yelling “Hot damn! Look at that!”, then burst out of the stall and run out of the bathroom.
I’m sorry, I should I have made that clearer in the OP. I just liked the phase when I was considering thread titles. I hate them all equally ;).
I don’t mind girls in the guys’ bathroom. Its’ a pain to go up or down a flight of steps (the residents of my dorum are separated boy floor-girl floor-boy floor-and so on) with a full bladder. Come on in, pull up a stall, just stop talking. That goes for everyone. I gave the origianal couple a grace period because I thought that they were just washing their hands or something.
Christ, you’re taking a shit, not performing brain surgery.
Most people prefer a little noise to shield the sound of crap hitting water and you think you’re in a fucking library. Stop your bitching and just go, lest you become even more anal retentive.
Hmph… Philistine. A true shit connoisseur needs to allow his mind to concentrate whilst the feces spew from his rectum. It’s an art form, crapping. An inherent talent that few of us possess. The riff-raff like yourself - and those mentioned in the OP - cannot understand it, and thusly must be looked down upon.
Yeah, I’ve got a shy rectum, or whatever it’s called, so I sympathize with the OP. I virtually cannot crap in a public restroom unless I’m guaranteed that nobody will enter while I’m in the process. So I stick to locking restrooms, which are harder to find.
FYI it’s “Who does number 2 work for? Who does number 2 work for?”
The way you put it, it sounds like you’re the shit’s bitch or something.
Drayton, I side with you. I’d be pissed. And it’s hard to concentrate when someone’s talking to you. So I say, go for the gold!! Just ram the damn thing home!