An anecdote

I was walking down the High Street on a Saturday morning. It was the
usual Saturday morning crowd with the usual husstle and busstle of
young families out to get a bargain, while the kids mixed and mingled
and just hung out.
I was in my usual rush to get from A to B. I dont know why I had to be
in a rush particularly. But you know what it is like when you get it
into your mind that you have to get their quicker, maybe it was just a
matter of getting caught up in the prevailing current.
Then there was this tap on my shoulder - 'what?!' I asked with a
mixture of despair and exasperation as I looked down at the woman
wrapped in the orange robe.
With a glint of recognition I said 'I'm sorry I cant help you'.
'Please Mister' said the young Hari Krishna.
'No', I said, 'I cant help you'.
'But please Mister'.
'No', I said, 'I am not interested'.
'But.'
'OK, what is it?'
'Could you tell me where the nearest toilet is? I'm busting!'