Caged Squirrel

An American living in the South of France (and other totally random thoughts)

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Awkward conversation

Yesterday I stopped by a friends house (we were on our way to go do something)...we're in her living room talking when she casually walks to the back of the house - keeps talking - no worries, it's a tiny place.

So there we are, I'm sitting on the couch, she's somewhere just down the hall in the back of the place and we're holding a conversation. Not yelling or anything, just talking normal tones, because it is a tiny place...

After about 7 minutes of the conversation like this I start to wonder what she's doing back there...is she looking for something, is she fixing her hair or makeup again?

We keep talking...

A few more minutes pass as we're still talking and I start to think, dear God please don't let her be talking to me from the toilet.

Peek down the hall...can't really tell...conversation continues...

Eww, she can't really be in there is she? Ok, I get up and look down the hall...yup, the door is closed and the light is on in that room...

Ewww, I've now had a 10 minute conversation with someone sitting on the toilet.

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