This blog contains the pointless ramblings a of a sixteen year old girl who sometimes has trouble remembering which hand is her right and which hand is her left. What better place to let out some pent up teenage angst and frustration?
Monday, December 29, 2014
The Bathroom
So I've recently noticed that whenever someone knocks on the bathroom door, I respond in an odd way. I don't think I've ever really given it much thought, but whenever I'm in a public restroom and someone knocks on the stall I ask, "Yes?" As if I didn't know why someone would be knocking on a stall door, as if this complete stranger was knocking so they could strike up a conversation. Wouldn't the more acceptable response be "Someone's in here," or "Occupied,"? Yet I consistently answer with some sort of a questioning acknowledgement. It makes me sound like a hopelessly confused dog; why would someone do such a thing? I can only hope that one day, I'll either respond to the knocking correctly, or the mysterious stranger will answer my question.
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