As we all know by now, thanks to that blabbermouth Edward (let’s see how he likes Russia in the winter) Snowden, our government is spying on just about everybody’s cell phone calls, and while I know it upsets some people, such as German Prime Minister Andrea Merkel, I personally couldn’t care less. That is true, of course, as long as they stay out of my bathroom.
For the specific reason I may be spied upon while there, I never make cell phone calls from the bathroom, nor do I answer them if I happen to carry my cell phone into the bathroom with me. Also, I happen to be a person who occassionally drops things, and I would hate to be one of those people who drops his cell phone into the toilet.
“Doud has just gone swimming,” the cyber spies snooping on me might say. So, if I think about it, I leave the cell phone on my desk or nightstand before I visit the facility.
Also, I do some of my best reading in the bathroom, and don’t like to be disturbed by phones ringing, or anything else, for that matter. The cat sometimes follows me into the bathroom, but when it becomes apparent to to her what I am about to do, she whines to be let out, and I can’t say as I blame her.
I’m also burdened with the feeling that it’s rude to talk to someone from one’s bathroom on the phone. I’m sure that telephone etiquette prohibits it, and if it doesn’t, it should.
Having one’s conversations spied upon can be a terrible responsibility. It is like being on the world stage without much rehearsal. If you say the wrong thing, who knows what list your name could wind up on.
We probably should get used to it. I guess that’s what we get for having tossed privacy over the wall these last few years.