After leaving the racetrack last Sunday, I stopped at a rest stop to take a break and visit the restroom. 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, but being from the South and wanting to be polite, I answered, a little embarrassed: "Not too bad."
And the stranger said: "What are you up to right now?"
Talk about your dumb questions! I was really beginning to think this was too weird! So I said: "Well, just headed down the interstate like you."
Then, I heard the stranger, 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."