I really want a Dictaphone; the conversations I could capture would be incredible.
A.What’s the craic?
B. Shattered.
A. Me too...how was your part?….sorry I couldn’t make it. (putting on make-up)
B. It was sooooooooo much fun.
A. That’s what I heard….I stayed and John’s and didn’t have time to put on make-up this morning…I look woeful without it. (mind you she is caking it on - over the orangest skin I have ever seen - like frosting)
B. Soooo much fun…but I really don’t remember much.
Bless.
So the closest toilets to my office (which is not close at all) is a student/public bathroom. Every time I venture there I get the pleasure of eavesdropping on some ridiculous conversations. Girls crying, fights on mobiles, sheer entertainment. The best part, by far though is the graffiti. I generally use the same stall and I have a back-up one if “my stall” is occupied….creature of habit, I am. This means I get to keep up on the conversations on the toilet roll dispenser. It’s getting better and better.
Stall one is all about how a girl had an orgasm in there. Then questions arouse, “Alone or with someone?” It has now been taking over by girls explaining how they masturbate to help the others complaining that they can’t orgasm. One never had one until she slept with her professor. Another uses the corners of furniture to “hit the right spot.” Brilliant stuff all together.
The second one started about a girl who slept with her brother during a drunken bender. She’d like to do it again but feels it’s wrong. Is it? Many say if he's a step brother it’s okay.
I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on public toilets? I am sure they have. Studies have been done on everything these days. The dispensers are getting pretty full of writing so the white wash will happen soon and it will start all over again. I find it utterly fascinating. I consider it a perk to my job.
Not sure where I was going with this but there you have it. I had a lull at work while I was waiting for something to upload. Carry on.
A.What’s the craic?
B. Shattered.
A. Me too...how was your part?….sorry I couldn’t make it. (putting on make-up)
B. It was sooooooooo much fun.
A. That’s what I heard….I stayed and John’s and didn’t have time to put on make-up this morning…I look woeful without it. (mind you she is caking it on - over the orangest skin I have ever seen - like frosting)
B. Soooo much fun…but I really don’t remember much.
Bless.
So the closest toilets to my office (which is not close at all) is a student/public bathroom. Every time I venture there I get the pleasure of eavesdropping on some ridiculous conversations. Girls crying, fights on mobiles, sheer entertainment. The best part, by far though is the graffiti. I generally use the same stall and I have a back-up one if “my stall” is occupied….creature of habit, I am. This means I get to keep up on the conversations on the toilet roll dispenser. It’s getting better and better.
Stall one is all about how a girl had an orgasm in there. Then questions arouse, “Alone or with someone?” It has now been taking over by girls explaining how they masturbate to help the others complaining that they can’t orgasm. One never had one until she slept with her professor. Another uses the corners of furniture to “hit the right spot.” Brilliant stuff all together.
The second one started about a girl who slept with her brother during a drunken bender. She’d like to do it again but feels it’s wrong. Is it? Many say if he's a step brother it’s okay.
I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on public toilets? I am sure they have. Studies have been done on everything these days. The dispensers are getting pretty full of writing so the white wash will happen soon and it will start all over again. I find it utterly fascinating. I consider it a perk to my job.
Not sure where I was going with this but there you have it. I had a lull at work while I was waiting for something to upload. Carry on.
