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Some squicks amuse me
Dec. 16th, 2004 10:00 pmI'm sat in the bath. My mobile phone, on the nifty bathroom cabinet thing, rings. (People have been bitching at me for never being in the same place as my mobile phone).
I, naturally, pick it up and answer.
Ok, can someone PLEASE explain what is so deeply and morally wrong about speaking to someone on the phone while in the bath. It's not like it was a camera phone or anything. And they're just freaking... I don't get it.
I mean, do I even count as naked? Alright, no clothes, but there ARE several miles and numerous walls in between us. You'd think that would be a far better protector of delicate sensibilities than a thin layer of polyester. They wouldn't have even KNOWN I was in the bath if I hadn't told them.
Some people confuse me.
I, naturally, pick it up and answer.
Ok, can someone PLEASE explain what is so deeply and morally wrong about speaking to someone on the phone while in the bath. It's not like it was a camera phone or anything. And they're just freaking... I don't get it.
I mean, do I even count as naked? Alright, no clothes, but there ARE several miles and numerous walls in between us. You'd think that would be a far better protector of delicate sensibilities than a thin layer of polyester. They wouldn't have even KNOWN I was in the bath if I hadn't told them.
Some people confuse me.