Washroom Story
Leaving Montreal, I decided to stop at one of those rest areas on the side of the road.
I go into the washroom. The first stall is taken, so I go into the second stall. I had just sat down when I hear a voice from the other stall............
Hi there, how is it going?
Okay, I am not the type to strike up conversations with strangers in washrooms on the side of the road. I didn't know what to say, so finally I say:
-Not bad............
Then the voice says: So, what are you doing?
I am starting to find this a bit weird, but I say:
Well, I'm going back east...............
Then I hear the person, all flustered, say:
Look, I'll call you back--every time I ask you a question this idiot in the next stall keeps answering me!
Leaving Montreal, I decided to stop at one of those rest areas on the side of the road.
I go into the washroom. The first stall is taken, so I go into the second stall. I had just sat down when I hear a voice from the other stall............
Hi there, how is it going?
Okay, I am not the type to strike up conversations with strangers in washrooms on the side of the road. I didn't know what to say, so finally I say:
-Not bad............
Then the voice says: So, what are you doing?
I am starting to find this a bit weird, but I say:
Well, I'm going back east...............
Then I hear the person, all flustered, say:
Look, I'll call you back--every time I ask you a question this idiot in the next stall keeps answering me!
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