I swear this happens once a week and I make sure to flush before she ends it each time.
At one point we had a remote office in a bank. One of my coworkers, W, had a pretty severe intestinal condition.
Anyway, I’m using the facilities, and one of the bankers comes in and heads to a stall. His phone rings while he’s in there, which he answers. It’s obviously a work call.
By this time, I’m heading over to wash my hands, just as W slams open the door with an panicked look. He violently shoulders open a stall, drops trousers, and unleashes just an absolutely unholy flume of waste, accompanied by a couple of mercy flushes.
“Uh, I’ll call you back”.
I’m assuming lessons were learned that day.
I’m a guy and I’ve experienced the same thing. I don’t get it at all. Aren’t you at all embarrassed to be conversing on the phone while dropping bombs?! And no one else sitting in a stall wants to hear your conversation! Just scroll Lemmy and leave us alone!
And wash your hands you disgusting, filthy boomers. Jfc.
Thankfully I don’t see too much of that. I actually find a general lack of consideration. People talking on speakerphone, on a quiet bus commuting home from the city. No one wants to hear your conversation. I don’t get the mentality.
I don’t get it either. I always try to stay invisible, out of the way, and polite. I think there’s people that just have to be at the center of the universe, whether that universe is the restroom, subway car, CHURCH…
I don’t do it at work, but I’ll talk on the phone while growing tail at home.
You totally need to make really loud hnnnnnng…splosh noises.
