When cell phones first became popular, I was living in New York City. Not that many of my friends had them - we were all Che Guavera to Ma Bell, but still - they were out there quite a bit in my final days in the Big Apple.
Anyway, I remember thinking - yes - cell phones. These are perfect instruments for New Yorkers. They are another delightful way to keep New Yorkers in their bubble. That bubble they create, because you absolutely MUST pretend you are all alone on the planet - otherwise your head would explode at the idea of sharing an island with 6 million other people.
ANYWAY, cell phones are even more popular than before and I find myself bumping carts with some woman in Target who has a phone strapped to her ear or wondering if the guy with the Bluetooth is gonna ignite the fumes as we pump gas next to eachother. And mostly - I'm okay with it. A few cases of road rage, but otherwise - hey "it's your life."
But I've become increasingly disturbed by the Jackholes who have taken up residence in the bathroom stalls at work - who are talking on their freaking phones!
There are plenty of disturbing things about the Farm, not the least among them is that many people who work there are on tight schedules with very little "break time." I get that. But what in Zeus' butthole are people thinking when they decide they must speed dial their doctor's office in the Ladies Room and set up some appointments for their kids. Or chat up their friends on what a turd their boss is.
I've just never gotten the whole "resting" in the Restroom. This is the last room on the face of the planet that I want to hang out in. It is a room that must be vacated as quickly as possible. I have never supported the idea of reading material in the bathroom either. Let us not hunker down for story time, my friends. Let's pick up the pace already.
Maybe it's just a matter of taking things too literally. In that case, let me propose we switch the signs to: The Zip, Drip, Skip Room. If only to remind others to Rush-n-Flush.
2 comments:
OK, Zip,Drip,Skip is funny, but Rush-n-Flush is comedy gold.
Not to be devil's advocate here, but where does one get privacy for a phone call at the Farm?
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