Startled, I answered, “Hello!” as I walked by the stalls in the convenience store ladies’ restroom.
I paused for a second, looking around for the greeter, then continued to the last stall, feeling sheepish. Somebody in a stall must have just answered her cell phone.
Sure enough, I heard her start to chat by herself. So, I worried. The caller shouldn’t know where his or her conversation was taking place. Fortunately, the phone talker flushed first and finished the conversation at the sink.
Now, I’ll always wonder where someone is when I call, and I’m determined that I, myself, will never become a hidden greeter in the loo.