Stall Neighbors

I left Montreal heading toward Quebec city, when I decided 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, a little embarrassed: “Not bad.”

And the stranger said: “And, what are you up to?” Talk about your dumb questions! I was really beginning to think this was too weird! So I said: “Well, just like you I’m driving east.”

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.”