Woman: Um, excuse me. Is this seat taken?
Man: It is now. Take a seat.
Woman: Uh, thanks. Um, I’ve been waiting for over two hours for the bus to come.
Man: Oh, yeah. The bus broke down about 50 miles back. Actually, the bus driver lost control of the bus when he spilt hot chocolate on himself, and then he tried to regain control of the bus and hit a rock and blew a tire.
Woman: Uh. Are you sure this bus is safe?
Man: I ain’t sure if it’s safe, but you can’t beat the price.
Woman: Umm . . . hmm . . . Well, um, where are you from?
Man: To tell ya [you] truth, I really don’t know.
Woman: Uh, what do you mean?
Man: Well, you see, I was adopted when I was a baby, and I was told that I was born in New York City, but I can’t be sure about that. Then, my new parents raised me in a small town in Texas. I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.
Woman: Uh, oh, where?
Man: Well, well . . . My parents, Fred and Norma, had a farm, and I grew up milking cows and herding sheep, and actually, I’m on my way to visit them now.
Woman: You’re going back to Texas?
Man: Oh no. They sold that farm years ago when they discovered oil on the property. They live on a ranch right outside of Las Vegas now. Beautiful place with a pool . . .
Woman: Las Vegas. Las Vegas? I thought this bus was heading to Chicago [Oh] . . in the opposite direction!
Man: Oh, no. You’re on the wrong bus.
Woman: I . . I’ve got to get off.
Man: Oh, no . . . relax. Spend a weekend with me and my parents on the ranch. I can teach you how to milk a cow or something like that.
Woman: I have to get off.
Man: Oh, well . . . Once this bus left the last station, it ain’t gonna stop until the next station . . . three hours from now. And, and, and . . . the driver got really upset when the last passenger made a same mistake. So, sit and relax. Let me tell you about the farm. I have plenty of stories.