I do not make it a habit to talk to people on the phone while I’m in the restroom, but there are a few exceptions to the rule.
The other day I was at work and I needed a break. At just about the same moment I stood to leave my office, my cell phone rang and it was my mother.
“Hello,” I answered as I started making my way to the restroom.
By the time I was in my own stall, Mom was talking away and I was just listening. No one had been in the restroom up until that point. I heard the door open and two people came in and went into the other stalls.
The restroom was silent.
Mom then asked, referring to an event she was going to attend, “Do you think you will be able to go too?”
My immediate response was, “I don’t think I can go.”
Just as I realized how that must have sounded to the other occupants of the restroom, I heard a voice say, “That happens to the best of us. Why don’t you just come back later and try again?”
I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.
“Mom, I can’t talk right now. I’ll call you back later.”
Then I heard one lady laugh and the other lady say, “Oh, sorry about that!” and then she started laughing hysterically.