Did I just hear a toilet flush while I was on the phone with you?

You should have asked my permission before dropping a deuce while I was in the room with you. While I may not be able to watch, that flush will now make me re-associate all of the strange watery background noise and strained vocals I'd been hearing when you told me about the pair of jeans you bought at The Gap today. If you're not going to wait until the conversation is finished before flushing, thus outing yourself, then you need to ask me if I want to be on the phone while you pinch a loaf. I feel victimized, now.