From the NYT, found at EastSouthWestNorth:
I had barely sat down when I heard a voice from the other bathroom stall saying, “How are you?” I don’t know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed, “Doin’ just fine.” And the other person said, “So what are you up to?” (What kind of a question is that?)
At that point, I was thinking, “This is too bizarre,” so I said, “Uh, I’m like you – just traveling.” At this point I was just trying to get out as fast as I could when I heard another question. “Can I come over?” O.K., this question was just too weird for me, but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I answered: “No. I’m a little busy right now.”
Then I heard the person say, nervously: “Listen, I’ll have to call you back. There’s an idiot in the next stall who keeps answering all my questions.”
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