"It's funny how some people seem to have the same bladder timetable. I always see the same people in the toilets when I go."
And I'm like, shut up! Shut up about your bladder right now!
Aren't there some things that you just don't talk about with strangers?
I mean, I'm trying to be all uptight and reserved over here and I definitely don't want to hear about your freakin' bladder.
And who the heck comes up with something like "bladder timetable"?!?!
Talking to complete strangers about your whizzing frequency - not quite as bad as having someone talking to you from the next cubicle whilst 'taking care of business', but pretty close!
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I will never understand the way that some ppl will pick (out of the seven empty cubicles around your occupied one) the one right NEXT to you... WHY!?!?
Sure, it concerns me, but I haven't actually brought it up with someone face to face...
Loo etiquette is such a delicate subject. Maybe an anonymous office memo is the order of the day:
Loo rule 1: no talking about bodily functions in loo, no matter what.
Loo rule 2: no talking once in stall.
Loo rule 3: observe the one-loo buffer at all times, if possible.
That's the worst pick-up line I've ever heard.
I hate crossing paths with people I know while in the loo. Also, always go to the furthest cubicle from any other occupied one. And, usually if I'm in a cubicle and someone else comes into the loo, I'll wait till they've gone. (Heaven forbid, I don't want my work colleagues to know that I shit.)
I have one word for you: urinals.
Now I have one game for you: the urinal game.
http://flasharcade.com/urinal_game.html
True. Urinals. Women think they have it tough. I can't imagine the delicate etiquette that men have to negotiate to use a urinal. Or maybe us chicks are just a bit too precious about it.
By the way, if you come across a colleague in a small restroom at work, do you say hello and if a conversation ensues, continue it when on the bog? Comicstriphero don't answer, I KNOW your answer to this.
I went into the womens loos at uni one evening and the head of the philosophy department, male needless to say, was standing in the centre stall, door open, pants down, pissing into the toilet.
'Pants down'?
There's an embarrassment of riches to choose from, but I think this is the detail that freaks me out the most.
All I can say to all of you, is 'yes, yes and yes'.
Except for you georg - I can't believe you even need to ask!
It may be the most ridiculous pretence in the world, but pretending not to know that your workmates like to crap at work is a really important component of a functioning workplace, I reckon.
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