Friday, December 29, 2006

bathroom snaps and hotcakes

Some day I will snap and tell all the secrets and behind-the-backs I’ve been told, thereby bloody-facing the melodrama that gets fabricated in this workplace.

That said, I’ve got another bathroom tale.

Last week, someone beat me to the closer bathroom so I trekked to the far bathroom that smells like flowers and poop. One person was in one stall; I went to the other. As I was shutting the door, I saw That Woman (our office leader who wants to steal both my office and my potential for smiling) come in as the person in the other stall came out. They began speaking a craggy string of names and office politics. I didn’t care. I don’t care. I won’t care. Besides, I was peeing, a time during which I tune out things involving other people.

They began whispering. Clearly dirty gossip was happening. One of them (M) said to the other, "Who’s in there?" And they took their whisper a notch quieter. "I think it’s Sara," one of them said, and they continued to whisper. One always hears one’s name in whispers, whether it’s there or not.

And then M said: "I shouldn’t be looking in there."

I looked up and the woman was actually looking into my stall through the crack where the door latches.

My first thought: "What the fuck?" Dignified and real. My second thought: "What the fuck."

When I came out of the stall, That Woman said, "Oh it’s Sara. She’s Switzerland. She won’t talk."

And, no, I wouldn’t talk because, like I said, I don’t care. However, because my privacy had just been seriously invaded, I wanted to talk, though I would never do so, and I hadn’t actually heard anything anyway—because I keep to myself in the bathroom.

"I actually have Swiss ancestry," I said to them. This is true, and it was the only thing I could think of to say to keep from feeling uncomfortable and glaring hot strawberries into their cheeks.

That Woman tried to make conversation about my new haircut, but I was done with them. Or so I thought.

Later in the day we had farewell office cake for one of the staff. I walked in and sat in one of few available seats, which happened to put me between That Woman and M.

(History: for some reason, at work, I can’t put food of any kind into my mouth without somebody commenting on how much or how little I’m eating, or simply observing and naming what I’m eating, followed by a comment that I’m thin. For those of you who have never seen me, I’m thin but not grossly so. I'll say no more so and instead bite my bitter.)

M looked at my empty plate and said (to me, mind you): "Look, Sara finished her whole piece of cake."

I like cake.

I had no response. I don’t think an appropriate one is possible.

M: "I just didn’t know you ate cake. I mean I’ve never seen you eat cake. It’s just that you’re so thin. I mean, do you eat?"

Me: "I’d be dead if I didn’t."

(pause) (pause) (pause)

M: "I just meant do you eat a lot…"

I don’t know what else she said. I tuned her out. It was clear I’d caught her off guard and offended her. I considered apologizing for being short with her. But objectively I thought it was a funny piece of dialogue between us and, besides, she’d looked in at me while I was using the bathroom. She needed a snap in the face.


Blogger {illyria} said...

oh, oh, oh. you really should start a bathroom site, sweeting. you're just one of those blessed (cursed?) people who have life happen to them when they're not looking. storytellers are born from those circumstances.

needless to say, i hate peekers, and would've said something like, "these panties i'm wearing are so the opposite of what you were wearing last tuesday. i couldn't help but look in on you. i hope you don't mind." and i hate people-eating watchers, too. those are fairly common in my part of the world, since we've such a foodie culture.

you've gained weight.

oh, really? so have you! dance of joy!


are you on a diet?

no, i just want to get the taste of batshit out of my mouth.

i mean, who fucken cares?

oookay, that was more than a comment.

what i really wanted to say is that i laughed my heart out at your zeal. and happy new year's, of course. xx.

9:46 PM  
Blogger kim said...

wow! i'm not sure how i continue to be amazed at rude people's audacity and stupidity, yet i am. wow... i'd like to snap M in the face as well. How rude.

8:37 AM  
Blogger Sara said...

i should indeed start a bathroom site before this one becomes one totally. and, christ, i have enough incidents to justify it.

people continue to amaze me too. i suppose this is good. in the end.

happy happy new year to both of you!

2:39 PM  

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