It always weirds me out when I encounter a Toilet Talker in the ladies room. Now, I can handle it if it's a family member or close friend. However, when it's someone you just met, it's weird.
Hello! You're on the bowl and having a regular conversation with me. How important is what you have to say to me that you can't wait until we're outside the bathroom to discuss it?
Did you find Hoffa? Do you know who was behind the grassy knoll when JFK was assassinated? Do you know the truth about Baby Suri? I doubt it! So, finish tinkling, and then talk to me when you get outside.
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