I've never seen a man get so upset because I couldn't tell him how much longer it would take my brother and sister-in-law to change my nephew in the family bathroom.
Jackhole: Is there someone in there?
Me: Yes
Jackhole: How long have they been in there?
Me: I dunno, I haven't been keeping track.
Jackhole: Well, who's in there?
(At this point I'm in disbelief at the questions I've been asked and am trying to decide if this guy is for real, so there was enough of a pause before my next answer)
Me: Why does it matter?
Jackhole: How much longer are they going to be in there?
(Now I'm pissed so I just shrug and give him a look that tells him I think he a complete imbecile)
Jackhole: So you don't know how much longer they'll be in there?
Me: However long it takes my brother and sister-in-law to change my 10 month old nephew is how long
Jackhole as he's walking away: When I had a 10 month old I knew how long it'd take me to change a diaper.
Me in a voice loud enough for people within a 10ft radius to hear: Best of luck finding an unoccupied bathroom sir.
Gentleman next to me who witnessed the whole thing unfold: That is one angry man.
All I could say to myself afterwards was "Really?"
I'll be avoiding the ATL airport like the plague b/c it makes the South not quite as polite as I remember it.