I’m sitting in a bathroom stall and some guy comes in, talking on his Bluetooth headset. Not a care in the world, he keeps talking while he does his business.
Is he going to flush? I wonder. That would totally clue in the person on the other end.
He flushes and continues his conversation, bypassing the sink on his way out.
Ick, I think. He must really know the person on the other end. Either that, or neither of them have a sense of propriety.
Oh … pardon me, but I have to set the smartphone down. Time to flush.