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I was at lunch a while back and I was watching a table full of women eat lunch. It was amazing. The four would all start talking at the same time then all stop at the same time, but they actually understood each other I think. They would all talk, then all laugh, then all eat. This went on for the entire lunch.
In my circles, we generally listen (or pretend too) while the other person is talking, then reply while they listen.
I honestly think women have talents that haven't been discovered yet.
One of the things that's so amazing and also so frustrating about women is that they are not strongly tied to their senses. They may be talking or other women may be talking, but they're not paying attention to what's being said. They're paying attention to the interpersonal subtext. Advantage: it allows them to deeply know and understand someone else's psyche in a short period of time, and it gives them a level of enjoyment with their friends that we can never fully appreciate. Disadvantage: it makes them, at times, profoundly and hilariously unaware of their surroundings.
I think they DO know their talents: To happily destroy the dreams of the men they marry and make their lives miserable, and stick 'em with three or four kids so the poor bastard can;t cut and run.Quote:
Originally Posted by Tahoe
OK, I'm taking it back to my frustration about bathrooms again.
I work in a building where all the restrooms are communal - two urinals, two toilets, and a row of sinks. Today I really had to go to the bathroom - thank you Diet Coke and Thai food - and I am not exaggerating when I say that I just barely made it.
Now, let me say something here: I know I'm weird. I like privacy when I use the bathroom. I prefer to be the only one using it. But today, there was someone else in the bathroom with me. He was someone who appeared to be using the bathroom sinks to wash every container he had ever used to carry his lunch to work. And it took him about 7 minutes to finish it. Every time he turned off the water, and I thought he was going to be done, he would turn it back on again.
Now, keep in mind, I am about to lay down the kind of explosive turd that only Diet Coke and Thai food can really deliver, so I don't necessarily want an apparently homeless co-worker sitting right outside my stall, using the filthy bathroom faucets as a dishwasher, for 7 minutes while I seethe and clench and do my best mental impression of the Amityville house ("GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT"). There are just some things you don't do in a communal bathroom.
I figure that no one has ever really laid down the rules for good restroom etiquette. I thought I would try to come up with some.
- The bathroom is for pissing, shitting, and washing your hands. If you're not doing one of those things, get the fuck out.
- By the way, wash your hands before you leave, you goddamn sleaze. This is why I don't like shaking hands.
- The bathroom is a silent place. If you want to chat, do it somewhere else. If you want to talk on your cell phone (I can't believe anyone would want to), do it somewhere else. If you want to make small talk with you co-workers, do it in the lunchroom. My dick is hanging out of my pants, and that just doesn't make me feel social.
- I'm going to wish death on the next person who stands just outside the bathroom holding a cell phone conversation. Just because you're not technically in the bathroom doesn't mean that the person who is in the bathroom isn't praying that you get super-AIDS.
- If there are 5 stalls, and I'm in the one on the end, guess which one you use? That's right, the one on the other end, fuckface. Not the one right next to me, you fucking cruiser.
And that's about all I could come up with.
I concur. I go downstairs to a set of bathrooms that barely anybody uses to do #2. I don't want people to hear me drop the bomb. BTW, the ones that are in there washing their dishes are the same people that wan't to carry on a 5 minute discussion about the weather as well.
Like you said, if you want to talk to me then why not stop by and chat.
Something else I've always wondered...why do they call it the restroom? I don't take naps in there. There are no couches in there. Call it a damn bathroom. Washroom, sure, I suppose. Lavatory, if you must. it's not a restroom. In fact sometimes #2 is very far from a "rest" at all.
Yeah, actually a "restroom" is where I'd want to go after I take the Browns to the Super Bowl. I imagine it's a place where you can lay on a pile of pillows and listen to Gordon Lightfoot.
I agree and we are NOT alone.
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Damn, I got the last one wrong.
Frankly, the ideal situation is one where the bathroom is shared amongst less than 10 people, and it has a single toilet and a single sink and you close the door when you use it.
At my last job, there were no such toilets. I worked at Visteon Village in Van Buren Twp. and because I had an IT badge that would get me in anywhere, I would actually go across campus to the top floor of the executive office building and use their toilets. Them fuckers never showed up to work.
Anyone who dares bug me about a minor work emergency, talking at my stall door while I am taking a fucking dump in the bathroom, goes to a special place in hell... and I will gladly help them on their way once I finish my business.