Who's Inside Doing the BIG?

I have nothing against inquisitive people. I just take it that their curiosity level's on the high but they're generally nice. Answer their questions and they'll leave you alone - for a while - but sometimes... My tummy wasn't feeling all that well after having a pasta dinner at Pizza Place, Jurong Point so the first thing I did when I got home was to head straight to the loo. Lucky thing our common loo was near the main door - faces the main door actually and rather unsightly if you ask me but useful for times like this. Anyway, there I was sweating to get it all out when someone tried to push the loo door open. Damn! I felt the Force slipped away for a second, while I lose all concentration. Then I heard...

"Who's that inside the toilet har?"

That's my cousin, asking my 12 year old niece - not the smart mouth one. If the loo door is locked, someone must be inside. There's another loo in the master bedroom if you must know and all it takes is a couple dozen of steps to reach. In any case, does it matter if you know who the person was? So what if it were your mum, your dad, your ah ma? If someone is inside, someone is inside!!! Do you really have to know? Do you really want to know what I was doing? Everybody asks this question, I realized - though I hope I never did. We seemed to have a habit of asking the obvious... "What did you do in the toilet just now? So smelly." I was really trying to remove the flushing system from the bowl and replace it with one that'll recycle the water internally from within our home so that we'll drink only our own wastes instead of others' and I'll call it the nude water! and the no-needs... "What you doing in the toilet for so long har?" I was installing this new AI program I wrote to rearrange the bathroom tiles so that you'll get a different experience each time you get in. It will also listen to your saddest tales and give you aunty agony advises upon each sitting on the bowl...blah blah blah Really, I wonder why. Normally, I wouldn't have cared but somehow, I seemed to have become more sensitive to words of late. Inquisitive people, inquire the useful, inquire the non-personals and stop hanging on to what people do in the loo. Just be grateful that I don't measure the angle you sit when you're doing the BIG on the bowl. On a last note and totally out of point, do visit Many-Sticky-Notes regularly and keep the contributions coming. We're only 2 persons. We can't do it alone.