WTF? A minirant
What the fuck is up with the whole women's hen party in the ladies room thing? I mean... I'm a woman, and I STILL don't get why some women feel the need to go, enmasse, to the ladies room and stand around primping and gossiping for gods know how long.
Our ladies room here at work is on the small side. There are two normal stalls, one handicap stall, two sinks with a mirror, the wall mounted trashcan, and a little vanity mirror in the middle of the hallway from the bathroom door to the stalls.
I walk into the bathroom a few minutes ago and there are FOUR women gathered around that little vanity mirror, blocking the walkway, playing with thier hair, and chitter chattering at each other in spanish.
Then there was the woman last week who... EVERYTIME I went into the restroom all day long, was in there standing by the sink chattering (again, in spanish, not that it matters) on her CELL PHONE. WTF possesses people to stand around in a public restroom having a telephone conversation?
As an aside... coughing so hard you wet your pants sucks.
Our ladies room here at work is on the small side. There are two normal stalls, one handicap stall, two sinks with a mirror, the wall mounted trashcan, and a little vanity mirror in the middle of the hallway from the bathroom door to the stalls.
I walk into the bathroom a few minutes ago and there are FOUR women gathered around that little vanity mirror, blocking the walkway, playing with thier hair, and chitter chattering at each other in spanish.
Then there was the woman last week who... EVERYTIME I went into the restroom all day long, was in there standing by the sink chattering (again, in spanish, not that it matters) on her CELL PHONE. WTF possesses people to stand around in a public restroom having a telephone conversation?
As an aside... coughing so hard you wet your pants sucks.