06.06.03
There holds true a strange principle in most department store restrooms -- the nicer the store, the skankier and more terrifying the public restrooms -- and generally the ladies room is the worst.
The store that I work at is no exception.
Because our salon bathroom is moderately clean and devoid of terror-inspiring substances, every single associate in the entire store -- and this is an incredibly well-staffed store, uses our restroom in lieu of the one with multiple stalls just down the way from the salon.
This means that there is a constant stream of female associates and members of management streaming in and out of the salon at all hours, often in groups of 2 - 4. And this is a very ethnically-diverse store as well.
What this boils down to is a small pack of women huddled outside the restroom in the salon, all gabbing like a bunch of old ladies in a coffee shop, in whatever language that particular grouping of women all speak.
I've never heard so much gossip that I couldn't ever possibly hope to understand before, and will probably continue to hear and not understand in the future.
Being that I pretty much only speak the English. And a little shampoo bottle Spanish*.
*"Seca el cabello con una toalla."
"Para un estilo liso que dura todo el día."
What's in your head?