Maybe just for Future Reference

I don't really miss the women who worked upstairs yet used the bathroom on our floor after their smoke break. Their conversation was horrifying (almost as though they were reading a script that wanted to make women sound like grubby money-is-everything monsters). I don't want anyone to say anything ever in the bathroom. Not just not to me, not to each other either. Not even to imaginary friends. Unless somethings happened that honest-to-goodness requires a call to 911, keep it zipped. Your mouth. Please unzip everything else before you go. Just do it back up when you're done. The one thing that I couldn't complain about regarding the smoking blondes was what washroom they were in. They were idiots, but they were idiots of the female gender. There is a man from the second or third floor (I've seen him get on the elevator, didn't stay to watch what floor he was going to) who is also using our first floor washroom. Not the first floor mens room. The first floor women's room. Maybe it's cleaner? I would have thought, if it had happened once, that perhaps the mens rooms were full. All of them. And that was a seriously unpleasant thought, because I started wondering why that might be. Regardless...it wasn't just once. Not even twice. I would say several times, at least when I've seen him. And now using that bathroom myself is kinda skeeving me out. So I've started using the second floor bathroom. Which may be starting a chain reaction of people wondering what's going on with the bathrooms. I wasn't going to say anything, back when I thought he was just using it in an emergency. And I am still not planning on saying anything. But the next time I see him coming out of the ladies he will be getting THE LOOK. the look that says seriously dude, go back to your own kind.