Guys with cell phones in shitters

You're not going to believe this, but I've been traveling a ton in October. Which is a major disappointment because one of the only reasons to live in San Francisco is the weather during this month. October in The City is right up their with bread and water on the 'need it to stay alive scale.'

The other weekend I was in Virginia for a friend's wedding, detailed here by the uncompromising Sheila. Then it was off to Ashland, Ohio to visit my girlfriend's family and watch her cousin complete Ashland High's first 9-0 football season in 60+ years. This is in the town's 100th year of high school football, which btw is commemorated in EVERY downtown store window via full pictures of each player, BIOS and war paint. Good luck boys. This week I'm in Philadelphia working at a Voce client, Unisys, and Thursday night fly back to San Francisco...only to get back in the car Friday and drive to L.A. for THE Halloween party at Bob Roy's. (pic of my costume on the left)

Needless to say, I've done a bit of traveling lately and no matter where I go and how many air miles I accrue, I always run into the guy who thinks it's ok to take cell phone calls in the shitter. And apparently I'm not the only one. More on social ineptitude here.

This needs to be broken down.

First, it's hard enough taking a deuce anywhere that isn't your own bathroom. And that's final. When I walk into an airport restroom in Chicago, or Atlanta, or Philadelphia, the last thing I can pretty much handle is some dude talking away on his cell phone as he clears the deck. And what about the other 284 guys in there doing their business, blowing their noses, washing their hands...?...the noise is something else. I mean a lot of noise. I start to wonder...has anyone ever called me while in the shitter at the airport?

The blatant admission is also shocking. "Where are you?" the person on the end of the line inevitably asks. "Oh....I just got into San Francisco and I'm in the bathroom." This is when I look over as the guy next to me is taking out his junk and my urinal is flushing. How can you possibly talk on the phone at this point? It is just baffling. I wish blank stares of amazement could explode heads.

If anyone out there gets off a plane and thinks they need to reach me immediately, please don't. I'll simply hang up once I hear the first echo or toilet flush.

Comments

[spencer]

i am with you on the talking on the shitter, especially in a public restroom. what about checking your fantasy while on the shitter?

[colin]

checking fantasy scores is absolutely allowed. Unless you leave the door open and I can see you when I walk by.

[j]

I too have experienced this strange phenomenon. I will say this though, as a shy shitter I think I would find the background noise somewhat...comforting? Perhaps that's not the correct word. But at least distracting enough so I know that no one is listening to me shit. Get it?

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