Some light entertainment on a Saturday night—Is this Superman’s new phone booth?
Ladies, is it just me, or have you, too, noticed that some women are now using the Ladies Room as a place from which to make cell phone calls? Oddly enough, I can understand that, more or less. Let’s face it, folks—where else can one find anything even remotely resembling privacy in an office (unless you’re lucky enough to have one with a door)? I will confess, though, to being a tad grossed out when women make or answer phone calls while, er, answering a call of nature.
On occasion, I’ve even found myself at the other end of the equation, discovering that someone whom I’ve called has answered the cell phone while in the, er, “library.” Are people that afraid of not answering phone calls immediately, these days?
Gents, does the same sort of thing happen in the Men’s Room, too?
On occasion, I’ve even found myself at the other end of the equation, discovering that someone whom I’ve called has answered the cell phone while in the, er, “library.” Are people that afraid of not answering phone calls immediately, these days?
Gents, does the same sort of thing happen in the Men’s Room, too?
posted by Shira Salamone at 10:55 PM
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One of my funniest memories from college is my roomate stopind dead in the middle of a phone conversation and yelling into the receiver, "Oh my God, Mom! Are you peeing??" [Said roomate tended to blather on and on without breaks. I really couldn't blame her mother!]
I'm all for restroom cellphone calls, though -- much more polite than sitting at a restaurant table and chatting on the phone.
When I flew into NY this month I was shocked at all the phone calls on the plane. As soon as we hit the runway, people were dialing up their loved ones to start up conversations.
This one guy behind me was yelling into his phone for a good 5 minutes. "I'm home. Come pick me up. Bring the dog. I need to see a doctor. A doctor. A DOCTORRRRR!!! YOU KNOW WHAT A DOCTOR IS?? I have a rash. A RASH. A RAAAASSHHH!! I HAVE A RASH AND I NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR!!"
I wanted to turn around and say, "Can I help you?"
The good thing about cell phones is that you can make and receive calls anywhere.
The bad thing about about cell phones is that you can make and receive calls anywhere.
Oy.
I really do miss the good old-fashioned-style phone booths with the closing doors. (Has anyone under 20 ever even *seen* one of those, except in old movies?) These days, as you were saying, GoldaLeah, the restroom is about the only place left to make a phone call that doesn't disturb everyone within 100 yards.
PT/Mark, I know how you feel. It's gotten to such a point that I now slow down deliberately to let people walking behind me who are chatting on their cell phones get ahead of me. Why should I have to listen in on someone's private conversation against my will? A little courtesy and consideration wouldn't hurt.
I have to admit that the two times men have been on the cellphone in the stalls next to me I have made a point of trying to interrupt their calls.
Some places require a little privacy and even though they may be public there should be some decorum.
Jack, I don't know who's worse, the callers or you. :)
"Some places require a little privacy and even though they may be public there should be some decorum."
This is a classic case of "yeah, but . . ." It grosses me out, too, when people use the stalls as phone booths. On the other hand, frankly, those stalls are just about the closest thing to a phone booth, and/or to privacy in a public place, that still exists. Essentially, the folks who use the cell phone in the stalls are sacrificing *our* privacy for *theirs."
Chuck, oy. Yeah, there's the gabbai up on the bima and his cell phone rings. How's a person supposed to lein through that kind of commotion?
Shira,
What can I say. I find humor everywhere. ;)
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