What would Emily Post say
After 40oz or so of coffee, I'm in pretty desperate need of a bathroom. So, I head to our floor's men's room. There I'm greeted by Mr. Pumpkin head from the office next door (he's got a _huge_ noogin') I'm not sure what compels some people to talk in the restroom but I know I hate it. This is the one place on Earth I should be entitled to a little privacy... but no, I have to make small talk.
I ignore the other guy, and surprisingly, I find that I have no problems using the urinal... after a traumatizing Air Force Academy physical/drug test years ago, I've been fighting stage fright. (story to be blogged at a later date.)
Anyway, I'm standing there, when someone else comes in. I hear him enter a stall behind me and this is when it gets weird... He starts singing Pink Floyd's "Shine on you Crazy Diamond." It's a terrible rendition... completely off key and tempo... but it gets worse as he gets to the chorus:
"Shine on you crazy... *ugghh* ...diamond"
I've heard of singing in the shower, but while taking a shit?! WTF!?