A rather attractive woman goes up to the bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face close to hers. When he does so, she begins to gently caress his beard which is full and bushy.

"Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

"Actually, no," he replied.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her hands up beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't," breathes the bartender, clearly in trouble. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes there is. I need you to give him a message," she continues huskily, popping a couple of fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently. "Tell him that there is no toilet paper in the ladies room."

This gentleman was barely sitting down in the lavatory when he heard a voice from the other stall saying, "Hi, how are you?"

He was not the type to start a conversation or fraternize in men's room at a rest stop but, something seemed to have got into him, so he answers, somewhat embarrassedly : "Not bad!"

And the other guy said, "So, what's up with you?" What a question, the gentleman thought, but at that point, he was thinking this was too bizarre so he answered back, "I'm like you, just travelling east!"

Then the guy said nervously, "Listen! I'll have to call you back. There's an idiot in the other stall who keeps answering all my questions, bye!"