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To continue with my evergoing series on bathroom annoyances, I would like to share a new pet peeve of mine. Last week when I was out at a restaurant I had to make my usual stop t

He was arguing with who I assumed was his wife inbetween his gastric discharges. Talk about your heated arguements. There was enough steam coming his stall to make a coffeepot jealous.
Hey buddy, next time you want to bitch out your wife, how about you do it in private and not while I am trying to take care of my own business. Sorry, just another rant in my quest to improve America's manners. I'm sure this is a pic of the other side of that thrilling conversation.
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If you only knew how many times we talked on the phone while I was dropping a bomb.
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