(Isn't this how some of my best posts start?)
I walked into the ladies room and all three stalls on the left were occupied. I could hear the ladies from the law offices chatting back and forth. I could also see that the two right side stalls were open. As I was about to enter the first stall, I found a woman in there sitting fully clothed on the toilet seat--a seat that doesn't have a lid, mind you.
"Hello," I said, as I backed up and went to the one unoccupied stall.
One of the unseen women shouted to her friend, "Do you have the door open again?" To which the clothed squatter answered, "Yeah, but I pulled my pants up. Nothing's showing."
Oh. My. God. What is wrong with these women????? And there were three cell phones on the counter. Do you all take your cells to the bathroom? Because frankly, I'm in and out. I have no time to chat, nor do I have the inclination. That's just rude. (Unless I'm at home on the cordless phone in the middle of a marathon phone call with my sister or mom and have to pee really bad. But I don't flush until I hang up.)