I was walking into the ladies room at work the other day. You know, to do the kind of stuff ladies do in the ladies room. Coming out of one of the stalls was a co-worker. We said, "Hello." And I entered one of the stalls as she went to the sink to wash her hands.
Now, let me explain, I have what is commonly known as a "shy bladder". This means that I find it very difficult to do "the kind of stuff ladies do in the ladies room" if there is someone else in the ladies room with me. And, I find it virtually impossible to do those things if that person, god forbid, engages me in conversation while I'm on the throne!! Which, much to my chagrin, is exactly what my co-worker did. As I was hopelessly trapped "mid-stream", she made small talk about work whilst washing her hands. Being polite, I answered her questions in a light hearted manner, all the time wishing she would hurry the hell up and get out of there.
Soon, she was finished and I heard the familiar "thwap" of the paper towel machine and her foot steps leading to the door. Then, there was an awkward silence. One in which I wasn't really sure if she had left or was creepily remaining silent so that I would THINK she had left. Either way, my bladder was in "idle" mode and it wasn't going to do anything until it was sure. Then I heard her voice say, "................well, good bye." And the door closed behind her.
For a moment, I thought, "Wow, that was strange." Well, actually I thought, "Well, that was...." and the door reopened again. That same co-worker stuck her head in the doorway and said, "One of these days you have to show me how to do that Farming stuff on Facebook so I can help you out." (A non-sequitor if ever I heard one!)
"Okay", I said.
And with that, she was FINALLY gone.
And THAT is one interesting way Farmville has taken over my life.
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