Bathroom talkers

No, but years ago I worked near a woman who had kleenexes stuffed up her nostrils. Now THAT was weird (to an 18 yr old).

I am a bathroom talker.

A bathroom is a place where you should be able to mutter to yourself. It is certainly less offensive than other noises you might encounter in the bathroom.

I am a little curious about how you are certain she wasn't on the phone. But then talking on the phone while you are in the bathroom is a little weird.

Yes that is weird

Well I peeked of course.....no not really. But I thought you were wondering. You can tell a phone talker in the bathroom - they don't mutter, they talk loud in order to be heard and you can tell they are having a conversation with someone else - the pauses and such.

Yes we have phone talkers in the phone room too. That is also weird.

this one time, at work, i walked into the men's room and heard a co-worker speak from the stall.

it sounded like he was talking to me, so i said something back, waited... and finally realized he was on the phone!

we don't have any mutterers that I'm aware of, but this office does a lot of cross-bathroom-cubicle-talking.

You have bathroom-cubicles? That's cool!

I don't know how anyone could be cross in a bathroom-cubicle.

pfffffft

I get a kick out of watching single kids walk by my house on their way home from school. Talking up a storm or singing.

Processing the day, I suppose.

I find bathroom talking to be weird, unless both parties are out of the stalls and just saying hi while they wash their hands. My mother seems to get very chatty while she's in a stall, or I am, or both.

It's not like I really need to concentrate, but I'd prefer not multitasking enough that I'm supposed to make a decision about where to go for lunch while at the same time I'm, you know.

You described my little daughter perfectly. One day a week I work at home and love to watch her come off the bus. She walks with her friend that lives across the street and then moosey along to walk across the street and up our drive way - you can tell that she is in her own little world just taking her time chatting to herself. The other day, it is like 10 degrees out and she is walking without her coat on. Crazy kid.

ha ha - I feel weird about talking over the stalls too. It is just too personal a moment to share in any way.

But these particular people are not talking to someone else - unless they have an imaginery friend with them.

Does your mother work in an office in Toronto?

The worst (I think) are the people who are talking to people who are a few stalls over when there are people in between.

Awkward.




apparently not for the women I work with though

I have no problem talking to my self. No imaginary friend is involved, talking to myself is just a way to focus... particularly when I am working on something complex or interesting.

I hate talking to other people in the bathroom. I have a co-worker (a great guy) who keeps talking to me in the bathroom stall. That seems weird to me and is awfully uncomfortable.

Our receptionist at work wears a wireless headset. She can answer the phone from anywhere in the building. I’ve seen her several times walking into the ladies room while talking to someone on the phone.

Just about every place I've worked had small individual bathrooms. Well, except for the first hospital, and that was way back when I was a teen. And maybe Scripps Clinic, but I can't now visualize that bathroom. (I still can visualize the dumb waiter thing that brought down the morning stool samples when I was doing my training in parasitology. That is, running the parasit lab.) Fortunately (or unfortunately) I have a poor sense of smell.

Individual bathrooms are pretty good for emotional respite or just plain old time to think or gather wits in some way. The time I remember, my boss and another colleague were having an intense fight (she soon stalked out quitting) and she was all mad at me too (trying to stay out of it) and I went to the small bathroom and cried for a couple of minutes in frustration. She wasn't talking to me for a month or two, not so bad since we were running our own projects, but heavy tension in the room. Years went by and we were pals again, and still are. Life is strange..

two guys on my floor like to do this from their cubicles.
feel sorry for quiet middle dude who is always the meat in their noise sammitch...

When I feel the urge to mutter inanely, with a high probability that no-one will pay the slightest heed, I just post on A2K.

"I was usually the ladies room", gives me some other strategic ideas, however how about camping in there with a recording device so we can at least hear the chat and attempt a decryption if you'll pardon the expression?

She's retired, and from a place that had just the individual bathroom thing going on. I think she saved up all her conversations for when people are on the can. This also happens in our home when she and my dad visit. We'll be sitting quietly reading the paper or whatever, and then I get up to use the facilities and suddenly she wants to have a meaningful discussion about East Cosmetistan.