Bathroom whisperers

1. someone fairly disturbed by something at work or in her life
or
2. someone with poor hearing that you were in the ladies room
or
3. someone with lack of sensitivity re her environment
or
4. someone in deep trouble, going crackers (no, I've no idea how to figure that out immediately)
or
5. an actress, going over her lines

6. was there a second person?

Could this be the culprit?

Linkat:

"Thu 9 Jan, 2014 03:30 pm
Do you have bathroom talkers at your workplace (or elsewhere)? I was usually the ladies room today and in comes this woman. See goes into a stall and begins muttering and talking to herself. No, not the phone, just her talking.

I've on a rare occasion noticed this phenomenon - do you have bathroom talkers and why does someone mutter while on the toilet where others can hear them?"

Perhaps number 5 is most fitting for my place of employment or even better it might be me hearing voices.

It was not talking it was soft talking like whispering or sounds.

When people are on their own they do all manner of funny things.

I'm sure there are times when you wouldn't have wanted to be discovered doing something embarrassing.

A friend told me of an episode of "The Simpsons" he saw where Bart is in the toilet at work, in the sink area, washing his hands, and out of an occupied cubicle, he hears a voice saying, lasciviously, "You've been a BAD girl!".

A new owner of a flat in our house made some significant changes in his apartment a couple of years ago. Since that time, we can hear (though not clearly understand) what is talked there ... in the toilette and bathroom, on the opposite of that flat, one storey higher.

It would not surprise me if people mutter to themselves while seated on a WC in order to either distract themselves (they can't crap if they are thinking about it) or perhaps to encourage themselves. Sometimes I have to mentally, silently, review something to distract myself (e.g. try to remember as many of Shakespeare's plays as I can, list all the lines of the London Underground and where they go). Then the body is set free to do its thing.

Don't get me started on the toilets at my workplace! I really don't like using them for No. 2. They are constructed with flimsy partitions that leave a gap at the bottom and top, so you can hear every damn thing that is going on. There is a guy (I don't know who it is) who sits down, and immediately lets off a string of three or four powerful farts, following which there is a kind of "thud-splash" sound. It must weigh a ton! Often he grunts doing this and sighs after (relief? pride?). I do not like to hear these things. There is a very bad smell afterwards. I wonder about his diet. Also it reminds me that other people can hear what I myself am doing. If I am about to relieve myself and someone comes in the toilet area, I have to wait until they have gone. I think sometimes a kind of standoff can develop if the other person is the same way. Sometimes you go in a cubicle and you can see the tip of a turd in the bowl that is kind of hiding down there, just poking its nose out. My wife calls these "lurkers". I guess the paper got washed away but the dookie was too much for the flush to move. I don't like that either. On the wall of the toilet area the janitorial staff have put a notice that says "Please leave these toilets in the same state that you would wish to find them". This would have no effect, surely, on the uncouth people who leave stuff floating? Like peas.

A few years ago there was a problem with another department in our building. Someone was crapping in people's waste paper baskets overnight. The management put in a hidden TV camera and it turned out that one of the cleaners was doing it. He had a grudge against the janitor company and "mental health issues". That was a hot topic while it lasted.

I like to sing this on the bog, it very conveniently has appropriate grunts.

Oh my .....

"lurkers...." that is priceless

How about people who leave toilet paper on the seat? Why wouldn't you brush it into the toilet when you are done rather than leave it behind for someone else to clean up?

Like the song says, "Can't Touch That"

You reminded me of something. One of my colleagues is hyper careful in that toilet. He opens the doors with his foot and/or grasps door handles and anything else through a paper towel because he is terrified of "germs". I said "I don't do that - how come I'm not dead?" He answered, "because you don't have OCD like I do", which is a fair answer, I guess.

Many years ago now, and far away, I used to have very bad menstrual cramps. If I remember, this all stopped when the gynecologist put me on the pill. Prior to that, it only stopped when I finally threw up. That occurred in some funny places, eh. I won't list them all since I've told this story before on a2k.

Coming to the point, my strongest memory of all that was my being busy throwing up in the Women's Lounge (so called), and some girl coming in and saying "Oh, pullease!!! I doubt I responded, busy as I was.

The good news - I think docs are better at treating women with cramps in the 21st century. Not sure though, as I haven't followed medical articles on it anymore.

Re your colleague, I'm his opposite. Not that I'm a slob, but I'm not germ phobic. OK, I was in Mexico after a couple of exciting episodes of eating food causing trouble with a different flora once or twice over the years, but what, me worry? I was also with a boyfriend once, himself a doctor, who was pretty freaky about germs then. I think I've downplayed the episodes, having gone there a dozen or so times, but I would not have missed it.

Sometimes I think our germaphobia is super dumb; sometimes I figure it could be a good idea.

At least he is honest - yeah but all you need to do even if you are OCD - is grab another piece of TP (come on you gotta touch that -you have no other option) and use that to push the TP into the toilet. If you are placing TP on the toilet to begin with you know you have your butt on it so why couldn't you push it in?

Damn you work with some mean individuals - my first thought would be - that poor woman doesn't feel well and I would either be discreet and ignore the noise or if she came out I'd ask her if she was feeling all right and if there was anything I could help her with.

I am the same as you. I think I take reasonable precautions, but, hey, we have an immune system for a reason. (I told my colleague that, and he said "There are plenty of people saying that in their graves". Seriously.) My mother was super germ phobic, she was sure I was going to get tetanus, diphtheria, TB, septicaemia, polio, and cholera every time I went outside or to the toilet, and frequent hand washing was the rule. Also being "regular" (on the toilet) was important, as the doo-doo that is inside you will start to "poison" you if you don't get rid of it at precise intervals at least once a day. I think I went the other way as a reaction, not that I take crazy chances or live in filth.

That was just at my university which I only got to go to as it was accessible, thank god.

I'll just say that I can understand people. On the other hand, I worked in immunology laboratories for a lot of years.