The washroom

When I was leaving Montreal, I decided to stop at one of those rest areas on the side of the
road.
I go into the washroom. The first stall is taken, so I go into the second stall. I had just sat down
when I heard a voice from the other stall...
- Hi there, how is it going?
I’m thinking to myself, what the hell? Okay, I am not the type to strike up conversations with
strangers in the loos on the side of the road. I didn’t know what to say, so finally I say:
-Not bad...
Then the voice says:
- So, what are you doing?
I am starting to find this a bit weird and very uncomfortable, but I finally reply with:
- Well, I’m going back east...
Then I hear the person, all flustered, say:
- Look, I’ll call you back honey--every time I ask you a question this idiot in the next stall keeps
answering me!
...A harsh silence fell through the washroom. I gotta tell you I was relieved, But never before
had I felt so stupid! Damn you cell phones... You win this round.