And then I stopped at Target before work. You know, because you can only squeeze so much toothpaste out of a totally flat tube and so much hair gel out of a dry tube. Emergency run or the Snyders weren't going to look or smell very good this weekend.
On my way out, I stopped in to the restroom. No worries, no over-sharing ahead.
I heard a woman enter the bathroom, walk into the stall next to me and proceed to dial on her phone.
Oh no, oh no, oh no. Please don't do this. Please tell me you have more sense than that. Please tell me you are not. Oh yes you are.
Hey, it's Kate. Sorry for the noise. Just in the bathroom at Target.
What is going on tonight?
She did what?
Oh man, this one is out of toilet paper, hold on a sec while I get the new roll down.
What I can't hear you, there are people using those insane dryers.
No , [laughing] that is the lady next to me. [note: not me, I was using the insane dryers]
I know, I know, I always say that on my tombstone they are going to write, "I. Will. Call. You. Back. I. Can't. Talk. Now. I. Am. Busy."What? Yes, indeed, you are. Busy doing something that no one in the world needs to be a part of. Let alone your friend who you might or might not be making plans with for tonight. And certainly not the rest of us who now feel oddly uncomfortable that our moment in the Target restroom was transmitted through to neurons or protons and cyber bubbles to your friend's phone.
People. Put the phones down. Kate, this means you. I am short on time, too. I am the queen of multi-tasking. But let me tell you something, nothing is so important that you need to choose to make a phone call during the 90 seconds you are in the Target bathroom.
Please, stop the insanity.
P.S. We're talking cell phone etiquette over on the Blog Frog Community. Love to see you there!
