I was barely sitting down when I heard a voice from the other stall saying: "Hi, how are you?"

I'm not the type to start a conversation in the restroom but I don't know what got into me, so I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doin' just fine!"

And the other person says: "So what are you up to?"

What kind of question is that? At that point, I'm thinking this is too bizarre so I say: "Uhhh, I'm like you, just traveling!"

At this point I am just trying to get out as fast as I can when I hear another question. "Can I come over?"

Ok, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell them "No.......I'm a little busy right now!!!"

Then I hear the person say nervously... "Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions!

 

...an your name is Michael Jackson

 

Por que el infierno tengo que presionar uno para el ingles?

 

At least this got us off the JB Weld thread with Blueballz and Tommy.And I still haven't got an answer. Oh well, it has been fun at least so far.

 

That's just stupid. Who starts this cr*p? Worse, who believes it and goes along with it? Fingerless gloves work great in the summer. I'm wearing mine -- do what you want to.

 

What! ...and take the chance that someone thinks I'm gay!! I'd rather die! I'm burning both my sets. I'm gonna get me a big ole' pair of those gray work gloves, with the guantlets and wear those.

...I wonder if I can find a pair that match my tassles.