There I sat, reading a magazine, minding my own business. A couple of minutes later comes this other dude and enters the next cubicle. I stay silent, hearing him unzip, taking his pants off, shuffling around, sitting down and starting his thing.
A minute later, I hear him say “Hey, what’s up?”.
The toilet was empty, not another soul. In the silence, feeling a bit uncomfortable to talk to strangers while on the stool, I take a moment but then decide to answer “I’m fine thanks! You?”
“I’m on the interstate, driving to Austin. I’ll be there tomorrow. When will you get there?” – he comes back
“I’m not going there, I’m just going home. I live 30 minutes away, but I’m not feeling well, so on my way back from work I stopped here to use the toilet” – I answer
A few seconds later, in the dead silence I continue: “But why do you drive all the way to Austin? Afraid of flying?”
He replies: “Look, Jim. Can’t talk now. There’s this creepy perv sitting right next to me. I’ll call you back from the car.”