tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370925712011-04-21T14:20:47.331-07:00All about the annoying woman in our bathroom!!!Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-23631313985456496542007-08-06T11:57:00.000-07:002007-08-06T12:00:36.438-07:00The Babbler was on a tear today. She asked the person on the other end of the line a series of questions: "Where's your fucking gold earrings?" "Where's your cell phone?" "Where's the mousse you use to pretty up your hair?" "Where's your lipstick?" Babbler, maybe she'd answer if you'd let her get a word in edgewise. But no. You're far too busy making noise in the bathroom of the building you work in!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-2363131398545649654?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-14203666701575698562007-07-26T13:27:00.000-07:002007-07-26T13:37:33.247-07:00Encountered The Babbler in the bathroom four days ago. Speaking on her cell phone <span style="font-style:italic;">en Spanglish</span> again about her 16 year old relative (could not confirm if it was her child or not), she said, "She wants to run around here and there with her boyfriend, doesn't do any chores, wants money and won't get a part-time job- that's fine, <span style="font-style:italic;">pero</span> she's going to have to emancipate herself!"<br /><br />I say, emancipate your cell phone talkin' <span style="font-style:italic;">derriere</span> from this bathroom, lady!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-1420366670157569856?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-25363524611399208892007-06-26T13:11:00.000-07:002007-06-26T13:22:54.514-07:00Encountered the Babbler in the stall next to me, this afternoon. She was speaking <span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">en Spanglish </span>to someone about "folding" something. I in turn, starting singing the song "Conquest!" as covered by the White Stripes, as loud as I could without being obnoxious.<br /><BR><BR><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhaRfiKWvYU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhaRfiKWvYU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-2536352461139920889?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-1173212705783683602007-03-06T12:18:00.000-08:002007-03-06T12:30:16.160-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5996/4159/1600/609058/babble.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5996/4159/320/354208/babble.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I enter the bathroom and pass a woman who is standing at the sink not really doing much of anything. I go into a stall and that's when her phone rings:<br /><br />Her: HUULLO? (this is said so loud that it echoed)<br />Caller: where you at? (yes, I can actually hear her call, it may have been on speaker phone)<br />Her: IN THE <em>BATHROOM!</em><br />Caller: (couldn't hear this part)<br />Her: Well, you dint <em>SAY</em> that.....<br />Caller: (also couldn't hear this)<br />Her: UH-HUH.<br />Caller: (blah blah blah)<br />Her: Well if you let me get offa here....<br />Caller: (blah)<br />Her: OK<br />Caller: (blah blah blah)<br />Her: UH-Un<br />Caller: (blah blah blah)<br />Her: WELL.....<br />Caller: (blah blah blah)<br />Her: Im gonna... (blah)...GIRL....(blah)....YEAH!<br />Caller: (blah blah blah)<br />Her: Ok, right NOW.<br />Hangs up.<br /><br />Not only was she LOUD and YELLING most of her conversation but she could have stepped into the hallway where her volume would have been appropriate with all the construction sounds and banging they do.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-117321270578368360?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-1166125232201459092006-12-14T11:40:00.000-08:002006-12-14T11:43:13.643-08:00<a href="http://bathroombabble.blogspot.com/2006/11/welcome.html">Bathroom Babble: Mortgage</a><br /><br />Ahhh... the wonderful stories of homeownership. Apparently Bathroom babbler has some mortgage issues and she feels like she's paying the mortgage to accommodate the entire neighborhood!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-116612523220145909?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-1164742266932899022006-11-28T11:29:00.000-08:002006-11-28T11:45:16.606-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5996/4159/1600/handi.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5996/4159/320/handi.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="www.debaun.org/images/handicapped.gif"></a><br />According to the grapevine the babbler was spotted early this week. Be sure to keep your eyes and ears peeled. You may never no when the babbler will return...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-116474226693289902?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-1162834182814079672006-11-06T09:25:00.000-08:002006-11-06T09:29:42.816-08:00So far, so good. Granted, I've only been in the bathroom once today. And I haven't heard any complaints from any of the other ladies......Maybe she called in sick today....One can only hope....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-116283418281407967?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37092571.post-1162590415489002432006-11-03T13:42:00.000-08:002006-11-03T14:32:47.596-08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5996/4159/1600/toilet.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5996/4159/320/toilet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This blog has been started to document the aggravation caused by the Bathroom Babbler. All too often, the women of our company are subjected to the foul language and inappropriate conversations of another woman (she does not work with us, thank goodness) who insists on using our bathroom....<br /><br />This woman (we do not know her name....yet) uses our washroom to conduct her personal life because the bathroom on our floor is not as heavily used and, as she put it, "more private." But, unfortunately for us, we get to listen to the sordid details of her private life....Were she articulate or even remotely well spoken, this might not be so bad but her conversations are ridiculous! F- this and F- that....<br /><br />Recently, she even went so far to try and drag me (she called me "Whoever You Are Next To Me") into her world. She rambled on about how she was going to call the police to come and shoot her neighbors dogs. Being an animal lover and not one to waste police time, I was horrified. I couldn't even comment....<br /><br />Should I ever find out who leaked the door code, they shall be subject to a public flogging.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37092571-116259041548900243?l=bathroombabble.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Bathroom Babblehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10584379509544830955noreply@blogger.com11