The development of wireless technology has given birth to a cultural phenomenon that I can't understand. Toilet Talk.
Recently, I had a disturbing restroom encounter. I had just entered a stall and slid the latch into place when I heard a hushed sound from the next stall over.
Stranger: Hey. (pause) Hey, can you hear me? (pause) Hey, I need you to do me a favor.
Me: Are you talking to me?
Stranger: I said, I need you to do me a favor.
Me: Hey, buddy, you've got to buy me dinner first.
Stranger: Hang on a second, some jackass thinks I'm trying to talk to him.
At that moment I realized that the stranger on the other side of the partition wasn't hitting on me, he was hitting on his friend...
What I don't get is how you wipe your ass with a cell phone in your hand. what if you get mixed up? That could get ugly fast. And how do you explain to the person on the other end that you're not angry, you're just trying to squeeze out a loaf?
Social tradition, as I know it, dictates that men do not speak to each other in the men's room. Perhaps light conversation and acknowledgments can be exchanged once you reach the sinks. Even the best of friends will stop talking once they enter the restroom and resume discourse upon exiting. Even making eye contact is rare in the men's room. So, how is it suddenly acceptable to have a complete conversation via telephone while on the can?
Recently, I had a disturbing restroom encounter. I had just entered a stall and slid the latch into place when I heard a hushed sound from the next stall over.
Stranger: Hey. (pause) Hey, can you hear me? (pause) Hey, I need you to do me a favor.
Me: Are you talking to me?
Stranger: I said, I need you to do me a favor.
Me: Hey, buddy, you've got to buy me dinner first.
Stranger: Hang on a second, some jackass thinks I'm trying to talk to him.
At that moment I realized that the stranger on the other side of the partition wasn't hitting on me, he was hitting on his friend...
What I don't get is how you wipe your ass with a cell phone in your hand. what if you get mixed up? That could get ugly fast. And how do you explain to the person on the other end that you're not angry, you're just trying to squeeze out a loaf?
Social tradition, as I know it, dictates that men do not speak to each other in the men's room. Perhaps light conversation and acknowledgments can be exchanged once you reach the sinks. Even the best of friends will stop talking once they enter the restroom and resume discourse upon exiting. Even making eye contact is rare in the men's room. So, how is it suddenly acceptable to have a complete conversation via telephone while on the can?
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