> >
> >Leaving Pensacola, we 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, but, 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
> >on my way to Biloxi."
> >
> >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."