Unfortunately, where I work, there are no shower / change facilities so it has to be done in the gents.I was part way through my post commute ablutions this morning when a chap from upstairs came in. It was all very pleasant - "good morning", "did you have a good ride in?" etc. "I must dig" *trap door closes* "my old bike out" *sound of belt buckle and pants dropping "It's quite old but I think it'll be" *strain, plop* "okay after a bit of a service and maybe some new brake pads" *succession of wet trumps* "how far do you commute?" " *balloooosh - sumbarine launched* I'm uncomfortable at this point. *two octaves higher than normal* "it's just over six miles." I reply. I gathered my shid and left.
Now I'm a broad minded chap. I like a laugh and a bit of lewd banter like the rest but conversing with a guy who I barely know whilst he's dans le trap is beyond it for me. How can I chat normally when just a few feet away, seperated by just 20mm of MDF is a guy with his undercarriage over the water, thrutching and gasping to purge his bowels?
Am I being too sensitive here?
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