Comments on: Toilet cubicle conversations with co-workers

By: Shane

Shane — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 10:31:04 +0000

@Annik – this must be one of those Mars/Venus, seat up/seat down, drive around in circles/”Look, if you don’t stop and ask for directions soon I’m getting a fucking divorce” kind of things.

Most guys I know observe the Code of Silence. Important conversations (like about that hot chick who is so drunk she thinks you are hot, too, and is waiting at the bar for you to come back) might continue at the urinal. As soon as a cubicle door is closed, conversation ceases. A good squat is to be observed in reverential silence. Always. Unless you’re really drunk in which splashing noises are comedy gold and the ploppier the better.

Maybe it’s just the company I keep?

By: Annik

Annik — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 22:24:47 +0000

@Shane – no! The best is when you can hear somebody telling a story from the cubicle and they groan mid-sentence. It is those little moments that make up life.

By: Shane

Shane — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 10:18:51 +0000

Any place I’ve worked at has had a strict Code of Silence. Once you go through the second swinging door, all conversation stops and everyone just goes about their business until they return to the basins to (hopefully, oh dear god please hopefully) wash their hands.

Personally, I don’t have problems with other people’s noises as long as they don’t try and make conversation with me. Yes, I prefer odorous splashes to interacting with other people.

I guess that’s why I became a public servant in the first place…

By: Annik

Annik — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 23:03:20 +0000

@Gabfran – how can I resist an invitation like that!

By: Stanmore Phoenix

Stanmore Phoenix — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:31:16 +0000

I must be privy to these anecdotes… & vodka slurpees :p

By: Gabfran

Gabfran — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 05:22:23 +0000

Over vodka slurpies I will share with you my best poo anecdotes including (but not limited to):

a. The Double Bay Exterminator;
b. Where have all the toilet doors gone? (a journay across America by Greyhound bus); and
c. Suitcase Gate – the Real Story.

By: Annik

Annik — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 22:12:51 +0000

This “Mexian poo-off” thing is fascinating to me. I think an entire thesis could be written on this. And a screenplay.

By: Stanmore Phoenix

Stanmore Phoenix — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:19:29 +0000

I don’t think it actually exists anywhere. It is a beautiful fantasy though.

By: kahlee

kahlee — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 07:09:09 +0000

That unspoken rule apparently doesn’t exist in my workplace. It’s not pleasant.

By: Stanmore Phoenix

Stanmore Phoenix — Wed, 21 Oct 2009 06:46:36 +0000

2nd that jayphen. It’s never quite as funny as the family guy: Peter Griffin v Michael Moore battle.