Wait, what? No. Just, NO!
There’s no talking in the Men’s Room! This is where you go to perform two specific biological functions while quietly (or sometimes not so quietly) pondering the great mysteries of life.
Things like “What the Hell did I eat?” or “God, I hope there’s enough toilet paper.”
Asking me what I thought about a meeting from two hours ago or if I think the girl working down on 2 has a cute ass is not allowed. ESPECIALLY OVER STALL WALLS.
This breach of sacred solace is unacceptable and there WILL be future retribution for this heinous act.
Things like “What the Hell did I eat?” or “God, I hope there’s enough toilet paper.”
Asking me what I thought about a meeting from two hours ago or if I think the girl working down on 2 has a cute ass is not allowed. ESPECIALLY OVER STALL WALLS.
This breach of sacred solace is unacceptable and there WILL be future retribution for this heinous act.