A Man Walks Into a Locker Room
A programmer goes to the gym Tuesday. It is a normal day, until he returns to the locker room. A pale, fat, naked man approaches him and stands at a distance of approximately 18 inches.
Fat-Naked-Man
Hi, my name’s Nick. What’s yours?
Me
Uh….. Dow
Fat-Naked-Man
Hi Al-don. Ever been to France?
Me
Why, er, um, yes.
Fat-Naked-Man
Aren’t the people there so friendly?
Me
What? You mean the French? Friendly?
Fat-Naked-Man
Oh yes, they were all so nice.
Me
The French? Not some other tourists you met there? Like maybe a tour bus of Swedes, or something? The people who live there, in France?
The French?
Fat-Naked-Man
Yeah, everybody kept inviting me to eat in their homes.
Me
Well, I was only in Paris. I guess that’s a lot like New York.
Fat-Naked-Man
No, all over the country. I didn’t eat in a restaurant once.
Me
Maybe it’s you then. Perhaps you’re just impossible to resist?
Fat-Naked-Man
No, they’re just a friendly, loving people.
Me
The French. Umm, Nick, were you going to get dressed, or take a shower, or something?
Fat-Naked-Man
What? Hey, where are you going? We’re not through talking.
Me
Yes we are.
Fat-Naked-Man
Well, I’ll talk to you later.
Me
Maybe not Nick
The programmer exits.