Down the Tubes
So I was sitting there in an airport commode stall. I just checked the time on my cell phone and placed it back into my pants' pocket that was shuffled around my ankles when a digital sounding ring echoed off of the metal dividers and tiled floor. I checked, but it was not my phone.

"Russell Connor," the man in the stall next to me answered his phone.
"I always have time for my partner." was his response to the voice on the small device.

"Ker-FLUSH!" one of the mechanical toilets activated.

I chuckled to myself that NO business is too important for his business partner. Then it sounded as if the small area did not like the reception possibilities and disconnected the man from his associate's urgent call.

Moments later, the electronic ring shattered the somberness of the airport restroom a second time, this time from the sinks just outside my stall door. The faceless voice answers, "Russell Connor" again.

"Ker-FLUSH!" chimes in another porcelain device.

"One minute as I ... "
"Ker-FLUSH!"
"... move to a better area to talk ...
"Ker FLUSH!"
"... to you."

It was like a voice activated symphony at a toilet opera, instigated by this man's cell phone. Kind of like Disney World where your conductor movements control the various musical instruments.

Wonder what his partner was feeling like with the echoing sound effects.

Wonder why he even answered the dang contraption at all. I am glad that he washed his hands though.