happyboy

Since day one, there has been plenty ado over what is and isn't proper cell phone ettiquette, how dangerous it is to drive while on the phone, answering your phone in the middle of a conversation with a friend, talking too loud, etc. Today, I had a cellphone experience that takes the cake or at the very least, cuts the cheese.

I was just in the restroom when some one sat down in the stall next to mine. He settled himself in, I could hear him pick up the sports section that had been left in there by another patron and then I heard him dialing. I thought, 'alright, he's a busy man, doesn't have time to worry about where he is making his calls from, he's on the go (bad pun, yes) has a lot on his plate, chop, chop, time is money.' He barely starts talking to the unfortunate soul on the other end before he begins letting loose all the thunder his kettle had stirred up inside it. He barely finishes a whole sentence without the accompaniment of flatulance, strong exertion and ensuing plops. I felt so sorry for the other person being forced to listen to this god-awful orchestral movement.

I finished what I set forth to do, removed myself post haste after all, it is rude to eavesdrop and got out of there before my giggling became any louder then it already had. Was this man making an dire business call, making an important decesion, no, nothing like that, he was talking to his dear mother about the plans they had for getting the family together this weekend for dinner. I guess they are very close or maybe his childhood home was very small and intimate.