I am going to give a warning that the following topic may be a bit too “bathroom” for some folks to read (Cathy) but, sometimes life is not pretty.
Have you ever been in the restroom and had that man (woman) come in that has to continue the phone conversation. They are just taking care of whatever business brought them here and talking away while doing it. You on the other hand are trying not to listen, trying not to make any noise, trying not to intrude on this conversation. It happened to me today, as it has on other days, and THIS time I remembered the promise I made to myself. As the conversation continued into the self-important drivel that really SHOULD be in the bathroom I slowly pushed the handle. As the walls echoed with that amazingly LOUD sound the conversation stopped. Then, as the echoes slowly subside he finishes his sentence AND THEN CONTINUES ON. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind a smile is born (have I said that I have a mean sense of humor?). Slowly, carefully, intentionally, my hand strays to the lever once again. WHOOSH, the air explodes with sound, the conversation stops once again and small chuckles are being suppressed. Once again the echoes fade and the conversation seems to begin again, tentatively, slowly but gaining strength. Soon I know a little more about the land acquisition he is working on somewhere near an area lake, he is getting more comfortable in the conversation and WHOOSH that dang handle gets pressed again. This time as silence returns (except for the strangled, choking sounds coming from my area as I fight to not laugh) he finally asks the person if he could call back in a few minutes and ends the phone call. Later when we meet at the sink I glance over to him and smile very politely, toss away my towels and pull out my cell phone as I head out the door.