The Stall Talker
I’m all for stimulating conversation, but dude, put it on pause when we enter the restroom and you see me heading for door number one. First of all, I like to focus when I’m dropping a deuce and the mindless nonsense I was never really listening to anyway is distracting. Second, it’s just freaking weird. So put a sock in it, Nancy. I promise to buy you a Bay Breeze and listen to your problems when the Cosby kids are safely playing in the pool.
A Special Bonus: The only thing that annoys me more than the average stall talker is a work stall talker, especially when it’s your boss. I don’t care what kind of relationship you think we have, two shitters does not a conference room make.