With No Courtesy Flush Either

Mrs. Giant was approached in the ladies room at a restaurant over the weekend by a woman who claimed to be part of an evangelical group. This woman asked if she could preach the gospel to my wife, to which she politely declined.

Why can’t this happen to me? I would love for some wacko christian to approach me in the restroom because I have a response at the ready:

“I’m sorry, but I can only deal with one shit at a time.”