tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post5429989021516176946..comments2022-11-12T08:10:02.525-05:00Comments on Juggling Scarves: To the young lady on her cell phone in the public lavatory--Vhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11551207516174210115noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post-75750368480015467722008-09-17T18:34:00.000-04:002008-09-17T18:34:00.000-04:00stacy says:OMG!!! That would sooooooo be me. I get...stacy says:<BR/>OMG!!! That would sooooooo be me. I get bored in the bathroom! LOL! I sometimes play a game on my phone, but it's more fun to call someone. I'm weird, I can't help it. <BR/>I also LOVE listening in on other peoples conversations. I'm nosey. I learn all kinds of things. I remember being in line at a movie pop corn stand and some woman was trying to figure out the name of a movie, I knew what it was and turned around and told her. OMG, the look on her face, like how dare I listen in...well...go somewehre else and talk then. Duh. You are NOT in a sound proof sheild. Sheesh. I tried to look sorry. I wasn't though. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post-17545962529214445822008-09-12T08:48:00.000-04:002008-09-12T08:48:00.000-04:00Argh. I hate receiving calls from the bathroom. ...Argh. I hate receiving calls from the bathroom. I also hate listening to other people's calls when I'm in the bathroom. There are just some places where silence is golden, you know?<BR/><BR/>I often wonder who is so pressed for time that they need to multi-task when they're on the <I>john</I>, for pity's sake.<BR/><BR/>Funny, though, it doesn't bother me when two people who enter the room together continue their conversation over the stall walls.<BR/><BR/>Well, yes, actually it does. But I don't aim the same sort of "shutupshutupSHUTUP!" vibe at them that I do at cell phone users. I think that's 'cause both participants in the conversation know they're in a public place, and are less likely to launch into personal details than someone on a cell phone.<BR/><BR/>The call in question was a long gossipy who-did-what-to-whom at a party the previous Saturday night. I hate being forced to eavesdrop.--Vhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11551207516174210115noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21414028.post-47353928381552348722008-09-11T19:53:00.000-04:002008-09-11T19:53:00.000-04:00The Oracle sometimes calls me from the bathroom. ...The Oracle sometimes calls me from the bathroom. I can tell by the echo.Just Mehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10275183297341205710noreply@blogger.com