Anywhere But There

One rule. Please don’t talk to me when I am using the toilet. Heck, I put up with people using the stall next to me when there is another free (another peeve) but I can’t abide toilet chat.
Today at work I went into the toilets only to encounter the talkative cleaner. I chatted and then made to leave, as she still had cleaning to do, when she said “Didn’t you need to go toilet? I dunno, getting old and forgetting why you are going into rooms!” Thus I was forced to pretend to go and then use the toilets over the road after work. We all have our issues…


Peddle Your Wares Elsewhere

I am hiding out in the lounge. I spotted three men in orange t-shirts heading to one end of the street to commence a door to door sweep. It’s about dinner time so it is highly likely. I am enrolled to vote, I don’t want to buy anything and we are happy with our power company. If it’s a charity I have trouble saying no to signing up 10% of my income for life. I also feel bad because the work is largely commission based so no sign up no pay.
Mr Pigalina is still at work so I can’t send him to the door, therefore I am hiding out and hope they leave me alone.