Banter

Last night at the coffee shop…

Me: I got stuck in the women’s bathroom again. Can’t we get that fixed?
Rather Odd Male Co-Worker: I don’t think we can really blame the BATHROOM. I think the blame lies with you, oh member of the Weaker Sex.
Me: Eff you.

Later, I was in the back washing dishes.
Co-Worker: Oh, hey! I wanted to tell you–
Me: Jesus Christ! You startled me!
Co-Worker: Huh, you’re not the only one who gets into your own private world washing dishes. What’s up with that? Emily and Phoebe are like that, too…
Me: Are you implying that as members of the Weaker Sex, we have a zen relationship with dishwashing?
Co-Worker: YES. I think that’s it! Anyhow, don’t clean the bathrooms for a while, the men’s is… smelly. Very smelly. I’m just going to wait to use it…

Time passes, apparently the men’s bathroom remains VERY smelly (as a member of the Weaker Sex, I declined to check it out). My co-worker finally decided just to use the women’s.

He got stuck.

Co-Worker: I think we need a sign on the door in there. It’s tricky.
Me: <gloats>  <smirks>  <sighs in resignation at the truth…> Do you KNOW the trick? I mean, I don’t know an answer, just that it eventually opens if you jiggle it long enough.
Co-Worker: So make a sign!
Me: That says, “Jiggle”?!? In the women’s bathroom? Isn’t that harassment?
Co-Worker: Maybe we can just take the door down. Get a curtain!
Me: Curtain? Whatever, just take the door down and work off the honor system. Don’t look, don’t tell.

It’s amazing that any of the students with their laptops stick around. They’re probably just desperately hoping to get their degrees so they can be as cool as us…