Driving from Atlanta to Orlando I had to stop at a comfort station.
The first stall was occupied, so I went into the second one.
I was no sooner seated than I heard a voice from the next stall:
“Hi, how are you doing?”
Well, I am not the type to chat with strangers in highway comfort stations, and I really don’t know quite what possessed me, but anyway, I answered:
The stranger said: “What are you up to?”
Talk about your dumb questions!
I was beginning to think this was all too weird, so I said:
“Well, just like you I’m driving south.”
Then, I heard the person, all upset, say, “Look, I’ll call you back, there’s some idiot in the next stall answering all the questions I am asking you.”