I have no privacy.You have privacy.
You don't realize, but, yes.It's great.
I have people tracking meat all times.
I really do.
I can't go to the bathroom
without people following meinto the bathroom.
A year ago,this really happened.
My daughter's 2 1/2 years old,and all I want to do--
how I reallywant to unwind
is that I want to goto the back bathroom,
I want to sit therefor 20 minutes
until my leg goes numbwith the sports page.
It's your body's sign of,"Okay, that's enough."
I'm gonna sit there and lookat some stats, and that's it.
But I'm not allowed
because they'll find me.
This happened.I had to Swiff.
I pretendedI was Swiffing
to throw 'emoff my trail.
I was goingto do some Swiffing,
and then when no onewas looking,
I grabbed the sports page,
and I snuck backinto the back bathroom.
And I went back there,and I sat down.
20 seconds in, my daughterwith the sippy cup
comes busting openthe door like SWAT.
She just stands thereand then looks back like,
"I found him.He's over here.
"He tried to throw us offwith the Swiffer, but I got it.
Another case solved."
Then she did something--she just stayed.
She just stood therelike this.
'Cause she knew I couldn'tdo anything about it.
She's very smart.And I go,
"Get out of here.What are you doing?
"This is Daddy's privacy.
"His private timein the bathroom.
"Get out of here.This is gross.
Get out of here."
And I'm not sureif anyone's got a little girl,
but they're allkind of creepy.
Look at something.
Then I called for help.
Please help me!She won't leave!"
And there was no answer.
So my daughterlooked at me like,
"No one can hearyour cries.
Just me and you."
Then, I'll be honest, Itried to hit her with the papera little bit.