Do I Flush?

Well, this is random but I had a dilema in the restroom at work. When I went into the restroom on our floor at work, there was a young lady talking on her cell phone. She had her notepad on the counter between the sinks, writing and talking like it was her private office. I quietly went into one of the stalls. As I was taking care of nature's call, I wondered if the person she was talking to could hear me. I became really self-conscious and thought I should just sit quietly waiting for her to finish her conversation and leave. She talked about the cute little dogs at the shelter that needed homes - apparantly working at an animal shelter is her second job! After what seemed a very long time, I just couldn't wait anymore. I finished my business, much relieved! She was still talking!! I stood and reached for the handle to flush but my hand froze in mid-air. I didn't know what to do. Do I flush? Her caller would certainly hear that. I stood there contemplating what to do feeling trapped in the stall. Then I got tickled. I stood there trying to keep my laughing silent. I figured my boss or my co-workers were going to start wondering what happened to me. This lady never missed a beat, just kept right on talking like she was the only one in her "office." I couldn't be courteous any longer.

I flushed!