Two Letters

[psyche29]

I have two minor frustrations, and I thought I'd try venting them in letter-style, a la herminia.

Letter Number 1
Dear Grunty Lady:
I realize that your social skills leave a lot to be desired and I understand that possibly no one has ever explained proper public restroom etiquette to you. However, as common sense seems to positively elude you, I feel the need to point something out. Ready for your lesson? Grunting and giggling to yourself makes everyone uncomfortable. So for real? Keep that urge to make noise to yourself. Please.

Sincerely, Silent Girl in the Stall Next Door

P.S. ALSO. If you could quit peering through the cracks of each stall to see who's currently occupying them? That would be SUPER.

One more...

Letter Number 2
Dear Everyone Who Uses the Third Stall:
For three weeks now, every single time I use that stall - my favorite, by the way, we all have them - one or more of you have managed, somehow, to miss the huge opening meant for waste by about an inch. I, for one, am thoroughly disgusted and rather pissed (forgive the pun) that I have to keep cleaning the seat off before I can use the damn thing. This is a bad, bad thing when A) I am already dancing around because I have to bloody well GO and B) Stalls 1, 2 and 4 are occupied, so I can't slip into one of them instead. Which is often the case, as you all well know. So for the love of God, please clean your piddle off the seat when you're finished.

Sincerely, The Only Clean Female on the Floor...and That's Saying Something, Considering the State of My Desk

Thanks for the idea, Sarah - writing these was strangely therapeutic...

Comments

[psyche29.livejournal.com]

It's much funnier in letter form than when you're cowering behind a stall door, that's for sure! *LOL*