Toilet Texting...
My mind and speech are not usually in the gutter, so don't worry, my "toilet texting" is in no way offensive in speech, tone, or content. But I thought this post was blog worthy since I read a news clip from a Baltimore TV station about the odd places people from where people text (click here for a link to the story on the TV station website).
The site states a whooping 79% of those surveyed admitted to texting from the bathroom! Are you shocked? Are you saying "well I never..!". Well, my friends, I am here to say, my name is Stacy and I toilet text! Yes, I feel lost without having my phone while doing "my business" in the bathroom. Have I gone too far? Admittedly...maybe. It is kinda sad when I am in the bathroom and one of my children notice I do not have my phone and offer to bring it to me or really sad when I realize I forgot my phone as I made a mad dash to the toilet and I have to holler for someone to bring it to me.
How did I start this habit? A few years back, Spam was visiting me and I had just started a new part time job. I was so nervous, which made my stomach naturally upset. The only time I could let Spam know how it was going was when I made my frequent potty breaks. I believe Spam jokingly asked if I was in the bathroom each time I texted her those few days and I said yes. I have more manners than to have a conversation on the toilet. Then after Spam went back home, I had my phone in my pocket one day at home while in the bathroom and thought it would be funny to text her that I was using the bathroom but not at work. We had a good laugh. Then it became an ongoing joke for me to do that. Then I had to branch out one day when Spam was unable to respond to my text. I think I caught a few people by surprise when they found out my secret.
There you have it. So next time you get a text from me, you may not want to know where I am.
The site states a whooping 79% of those surveyed admitted to texting from the bathroom! Are you shocked? Are you saying "well I never..!". Well, my friends, I am here to say, my name is Stacy and I toilet text! Yes, I feel lost without having my phone while doing "my business" in the bathroom. Have I gone too far? Admittedly...maybe. It is kinda sad when I am in the bathroom and one of my children notice I do not have my phone and offer to bring it to me or really sad when I realize I forgot my phone as I made a mad dash to the toilet and I have to holler for someone to bring it to me.
How did I start this habit? A few years back, Spam was visiting me and I had just started a new part time job. I was so nervous, which made my stomach naturally upset. The only time I could let Spam know how it was going was when I made my frequent potty breaks. I believe Spam jokingly asked if I was in the bathroom each time I texted her those few days and I said yes. I have more manners than to have a conversation on the toilet. Then after Spam went back home, I had my phone in my pocket one day at home while in the bathroom and thought it would be funny to text her that I was using the bathroom but not at work. We had a good laugh. Then it became an ongoing joke for me to do that. Then I had to branch out one day when Spam was unable to respond to my text. I think I caught a few people by surprise when they found out my secret.
There you have it. So next time you get a text from me, you may not want to know where I am.
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2 Comments:
I don't know what's funnier--the offer your children make to go get your phone for you or the name Spam! She must be thrilled to get such a name!
I have a confession to make, also. I make calls from the toilet...yep I do. If someone I'm calling asks me what I'm doing I tell them but quickly say that was not what prompted me to call.
Hopefully, everyone has been convinced even though silence often has followed my comment. One person actually said to call them back later when they could have my undivided attention. Maybe when they ask what I'm doing I should say "nothing important" but that wouldn't actually be true. When nature calls you often don't have a choice. I call that THE POOPY MAN. He becomes the most important person in your life at the time and DEFINITELY requires your undivided attention.
So, the next time THE POOPY MAN calls on you be sure you heed lest your laundry needs increase.
Wink
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