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.