Earlier this week I was in the bathroom, doing my business, when these two women loudly entered the bathroom. They went to their separate stalls and proceeded to hold a conversation over the towering divider of the bathroom stalls.
Now, call me crazy, but I am someone who firmly believes that the only sounds coming from bathroom stalls should be of the natural variety. Don't talk about the guy from your office who picks all of the banana Laffy Taffys out of the candy bowl. Don't bring up your latest date either, or how that one friend of yours needs to just drop the candy bar and jump on a treadmill. You make everyone else in the bathroom feel uncomfortable while you yammer on as if you were at a coffee shop. Save it for the cubicle. For the sink. At the very least, save it for after the flush.
Seriously people, There is no story that is so pertinent that it needs to be told when your pants are down. Hold the story. Take a dramatic pause. Do whatever you need to, but please, let me pee in peace.