"Yeah, sorry, can't talk now, I'm being devoured."
Well, that was…disturbing.
Sitting in the cubicle in the toilets at work the other day, whence came the faint but unmistakable sound from the next booth of the tap, tap, tap of somebody texting.
On the toilet!!
It was probably some dick-biscuit tweeting*.
As I’ve mentioned before, I don’t mind the odd, leisurely read while sitting on the crapper but I draw the line at texting.
Are we so committed as a society to our gadgets that we now use them while having a bowel movement? What’s next; tweeting while eating? Having a haircut?
Give it a rest, chaps. Just give it a rest.
* “Justin is…currently having a shit”