There's a strange breed of man out there. Guys who insist on initiating conversation while I'm pissing. Full on conversations while we're both holding our junk.
A nod hello or ideally, goodbye, is fine. But a full on conversation while we're coddling our birds is just a bit on the fucked up side. To me at least.
Maybe I'll rock the boat a bit and start up some friendly chatter while taking a dump. I can either yell from the stall to someone using the urinal or simply address the person beside me if there is one.
(Grunt) "So, how's your (grunt) morning going so far? SFX: Horrible Korean Food Aftermath. "Nice day out there. (Grunt).
This is actually more civilized when you think about it. At least there's physical separation between the two participants.
Just last week I witnessed to coworkers talking business in the washroom long after they'd finished what they came to do. Surely one of the boardrooms is a more suitable venue. Nice view. State of the art technology. And, most importantly, no recently unleashed fecal fumes.
I blame the Fonz. He held court in the shitter for over a decade on Happy Days. As a result, a generation of men think this purely functional place is a reasonable place to socialize.
Maybe I'll open a chain of coffee shops where specialty coffees, good conversation and the option to hold your dong exist together, in harmony. I will call it "The Bean Shaft".
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