One weekend, I went to a museum to visit, I was in an urgent, I ran to the male toilet. Entering the toilet, I "", the intermediate lock, ready to be convenient. Suddenly, a man's question came from the small room: "Hey, buddy, how are you?"
I usually don't talk to the toilet and other men, but I will reply, I will reply. "Fortunately."
Just as I am concentrated, when I have to do what I should do, I have a message next door: "What do you think about?"
I think this brother is also more friendly. How can I be in the toilet alone? Maybe he is more alone. So, although I am reluctant, I still answer him: "After reading the exhibition, go home."
"Can you come here to come here?"
This, I fully understand who I encountered: either a metamorphosis, or it is a neuropathy. I can't stand it anymore, so I watched him in a hurry: "Bored! Please don't bother me again."
The man next door did not send, I finally took a breath. For such neuropathics, it must be waiting. Suddenly, the next door came again: "Sorry, buddy, I will hang it first, I will give you a change later. I have an abnormal person next door, I always answer my words ..."
