SEATTLE — It must have been a laughing matter. The giggles echoed as they drifted upward.
The door swung open as a woman emerged, a smile spreading across her face. I caught her eye in the restroom mirror.
“You won’t believe this,” she said as she waved her cell phone, “I just got a text and it’s hilarious.”
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Her happy attitude was contagious, so I listened while I lathered my hands with soap, noting that she was about to do the same.
The friendly shopper set her cell phone aside.
“My neighbor sold her house,” the gal reiterated above the streaming water, “and when she was cleaning for the move she discovered a huge stash of cash she’d hidden for a rainy day.”
She paused, drying her hands. “You know, back when we thought things were falling apart.”
Maybe it wasn’t just Wall Street that had gone into decline. Hygiene also appears to be at an all-time low as I watched her grab the cell phone — the same cell phone she’d been texting on while sitting you know where.
Evidently, she’s not the only one tweeting on the toilet.
According to research conducted in Britain to highlight Global Handwashing Day this month, one in six cell phones were contaminated with hazardous E.coli bacteria found in feces.
In addition, one in seven users had the bacteria on their hands, too.
I’m not sure how the London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine and Queen Mary, University of London gathered their data — and maybe I don’t want to know. But from my occasional observation in the ladies’ restroom — not to mention tales about cell phones dropped in toilets — the restroom stall has replaced the telephone booth.
In the name of good health, I’m calling for everyone to cut the chat.
Helloooit’s not a laughing matter. It’s fecal matter.