. . . (But I Sure Wish I Knew the Name of the Guilty Party)
Store worker on break, sitting on toilet. Customer comes in and stands juuust outside the stall door: “Is there a cell phone in there?”
Store worker looks around. “No.”
Guy doesn’t leave. “Are you sure there isn’t a cell phone in there?”
“I’m sure. There’s no cell phone in here.”
Guy comes back in and stands right outside the stall.
“Is there a cell phone in there?”
“No. I sold it on eBay and a portal opened up under my butt. I delivered it to the buyer via the swirlies. Now let me take a crap in peace, OK?”
OK, I made up the last part. What the store worker actaully said was, “No.” Again.
Brainless wonder replied, “Oh, sorry.”