Plain Cheese

NaNoMangO begins! 30 pages in 30 days.

They don’t have to be polished. That’s in the rules and I’m milking it for all it’s worth. This is not ‘final product’ - like Teledildonics before it, I reserve the right to go back and do a tidier version later.

Yes, this happened to me (but no, that’s not me up there - that’s Renny), and yes, it’s sadly notable, as public-restroom-cell-phone-use goes. Not only are we ladies totally at ease carrying on conversations as we pee, but some of us (I mostly see middle-aged ladies doing this) are content to carry on conversations with people who aren’t anywhere near the bathroom.

This is Not Good. When ladies go to the restroom as a flock, there is an inherent agreement at work. You are asserting your acceptance that yes, it is within my comfort zone to converse with you as you do your business.

You should not be conducting actual business as you do your business.

Talking on the phone while you pee breaks these rules. The person on the other end is not there with you, therefore they haven’t given the okay. You are dragging them into that zone without their consent. I don’t care if you’re sure it’s okay. Everyone around you is going to assume that it’s not.

I mean, talking on the phone when you’re at the counter ordering is bad enough, but that’s just annoying and rude. This goes beyond that and makes people universally uncomfortable. 

So here’s to you, kindly stranger with the good sense to let it go to voicemail. Keep doing what you’re doing. You’re okay by me.

As for the ones who continue to brazenly compromise the sanctity of the public loo - I may find myself having to flush a good three or four times.  You can never be too sure.