WARNING: TMI ALERT...
So I'm at work again, and I'm ambulating towards the men's room again (still slightly mystified by the previously posted-about Turd in the Urinal) and I'm maybe ten paces behind a middle-aged guy on his cell phone. He's talking a bit too loud and he keeps peppering his speech with quaint terms like "You know it, buddy" and "You're preachin' to the choir boy, boy."
He enters the men's room right before I do and he's still talking on his celly as he enters the handicapped stall.
He does not appear to be handicapped.
He continues to speak while I hear him unzip his trousers (a quick aside...I don't use the word 'trousers' nearly enough), grunt a little while (presumably) sitting down, then grunting more (again, presumably) to poop.
This is what I hear.
Grunt.
Splash.
"Aahhh...You betcha, my friend. I'll talk atcha tomorrow."
How do people think this is okay? Is there a special ring of Hell reserved for people who do this? What is the person on the other end of the phone call thinking?
What would I say if I was the person on the other end?
It's people like this guy who make me want to go all hermit-like and never leave my apartment again.
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