Call me old fashioned but I think it's a little rude to talk on the phone while you're peeing.
Unless, of course, you've got that kind of friend on the line which is an entirely different conundrum.
Anyway. Yesterday, I was washing up in a public restroom when a woman burst in saying, 'If blank isn't available then put another loan officer on the phone NOW!' She huffed and puffed before stomping into a stall.
A jam in the paper towel dispenser slowed my retreat while helping me successfully avoid eye contact. As I was grumbling and trying to catch a small sliver of paper to pull, I could hear her flow begin. All of a sudden she said, 'Yes. I'm still here.' then she launched right into her grievances with the bank ~ all while going.
I couldn't believe it.
So much so that I stood there dazed in my disbelief. For about a second. Next, I did the only thing I could. I dropped my saturated, tiny scrap of paper towel in the trash can and walked into the stall right next to her and flushed. Twice.
I'm hoping her interest rate went up by at least a point for being such an inconsiderate dumb ass.
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