Awkward.

[pen_grunt]

I think that someone trying to talk to you in the bathroom is the most awkward form of social interaction, ever.

Why do people do this? I mean, I'm sitting there taking care of my business, and all of a sudden it's, "Cute dress you have on today--where'd you get it?" (No, they're not talking on cell phones, that would be better, almost.)

Seriously? Is anyone ever comfortable talking to a co-worker/acquaintance whilst in the loo?

Comments

[purplesquirrel.livejournal.com]

I work out at the gym here on campus. When I'm changing in the locker room, I don't want to talk to anyone. Yet some of my coworkers insist on conversation with me while they're running around naked! (no, not the nuns!) Talk about awkward.

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

See, I'm not even naked-squeamish at all, and I don't like the naked talking thing. It's hard to keep eye contact when all you're thinking about is, "Dear god, keep eye contact..."

[purplesquirrel.livejournal.com]

Same here. It's just way too awkward to be naked around ones coworkers. Among friends, that's a different story.

[liquid-siftings.livejournal.com]

I completely agree. What's next?: "Hey, nice, strong stream you've got there!" (shudder)

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

"It sounds like you've got some stop-start issues...maybe you should see a doctor about that. . . Wait, pee again, let me confirm that."

[lisa-e-is-me.livejournal.com]

I guess that's the ONE benefit to having a single, unisex bathroom where I work...I'm always in there alone.

But then there are the times when people KNOCK ON THE DOOR to tell me someone is on the phone for me, or ask me a question, and I want to shout, "Hey, lemme just finish wiping the urine off my vajajay, and I'll be right with you, fuckface!"

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

Seriously? I mean. Seriously? That's just uncommonly rude. I understand emergencies, but if you're in the bathroom, can't something wait for TWO MINUTES?

[gwangi.livejournal.com]

Talking in the bathroom breaks the very first guy commandment. Which is why I kind of wish I was a woman, so that I could sit in a stall and tell this joke:

Me: Knock, knock.
Them: Who's there?
Me: Smell mop.
Them: Smell mop who?
Me: hee hee hee.

[pen-grunt.livejournal.com]

*snort* Yup, I can pretty much guarantee that if I told that joke, I could take care of the whole talking-to-me-in-the-bathroom thing. :)