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 men's restroom. I don't know what got into me, but I answered, somewhat embarrassed, "Doing just fine."
And the other guy 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?"
Okay, this question is just too weird for me but I figured I could just be polite and end the conversation. I tell him, "No, sorry, I'm a little busy right now!'
Then I hear the guy say nervously, "Listen, I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions."
“If we aren’t supposed to eat animals, then why are they made of meat?”
Ten Percent of the people make things happen.
Twenty percent of the people participate in what happens.
Sixty percent of the people watch things happen.
The remaining ten percent sit around confused wondering what happened.
You know you are lost and in a bad neighborhood when your GPS starts whispering directions.