I hate to say it, I hate to say it...it's probably me

[melcreada]

Soooo...when did talking on your cell phone while you are doing your business in a public bathroom become the norm? I swear every time I go into a bathroom, some chick in the next stall is having a serious discussion about where to go for dinner or how she is pissed at her bestie whilst all around her toilets are flushing, children are screaming, and hand dryers are blasting. Is this not gross to anyone else? Is it because I was raised Catholic? I don't get it...how can you hear, anyway? And does the person on the other line ever think to say, "Uh...why don't you call me back...when you're DONE?" I don't know.

I read a really cool article the other day (which I cannot find now, of course) about women who don't want children being treated like they are freaks and outcasts of society. I wanted to print it out and tape it to the night supervisor's desk because he simply doesn't believe that I don't want kids. He thinks my biological clock hasn't started ticking yet, even though I am just this side of 38. I actually really like kids. I just don't want any. Why does that make me weird? Isn't it enough that I am apparently going through a second adolescence? >__<

Heard about the fire drill at Otakon - hamburger , fess up! Did you pull the alarm? 

I kid, I kid!

I think tonight is a Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown! kind of night.

Also, I want to go to here. I have wanted to see the cliff dwellings for years and years, but I keep forgetting about it. I think they would be awesome to see in the snow, but mostly the park is closed by then. This will have to go on my Bucket Travel List, along with Machu Picchu,  Bora Bora, and Bhutan.

And that's all the inanity I have for tonight! Cheerio...

Comments

[summer-queen.livejournal.com]

I totally don't get cell phone use in restrooms. The women at my former work place did it all the time. After one call too many about who got arrested, who was in jail and how miserable everything was, I wanted to stand on the toilet and yell that we did have open offices they could use, if they really needed to discuss such things at work.

[joseishijin.livejournal.com]

It's just the weirdest thing - like, we HAVE to be available 24/7 to everyone that has our phone number. My sister likes to make phone calls from her bathroom, but she learned not to call me then because I always hang up on her when I hear the telltale echo...

I once heard a lady get into a screaming match with (presumably) her daughter on the phone, all while loudly doing her business at the same time. It was so gross and hilarious at the same time, I was crying by the time I staggered out of there.