I don’t know what it is with people and restrooms–or more specifically, men and men’s rooms. First it was being able to hear the clicking of BlackBerry keys coming from the various stalls; and then recently two other oddities:
- The guy at the urinal next to mine had one of those hands-free blue-tooth phones that are almost invisible so as to make it look like your talking to yourself. So get this (and I kid you not). He stood in front of the urinal, chatting away, clearly in some important meeting, clearly having a strong opinion. Meanwhile, he’s got both hands clasped behind his head, back arched slight, and is standing there, emptying his bladder. There’s something about that whole scenario that just seems wrong.
- Earlier today, a fellow came in to the men’s room, occupied the urinal next to mine, and proceeded to begin humming the Air Force song, just like that scene in The Right Stuff. I just don’t get it.
Finally, I have developed Jamie’s Law of the Workplace Restroom, which is a likely corollary to Murphy’s Law. It goes like this:
Whenever you are in dire need of the restroom, one of two things will happen: (1) a conference will be on break and it will be like Grand Central Station in there; or (2) just after you get into the quiet, empty restroom, the cleaning lady will knock on the door to see if it is safe to come in and clean.
That is my bathroom humor for the week. Enjoy the rest of your Thursday.