To which, quite naturally I responded, "But of course! How fortuitous... I was just hoping to drop everything in my life right now for an afternoon quickie with a complete unknown. Tell you what, I know of a steamy gas station bathroom at a truckstop 28 miles outside of civilization just a touch offroad out of view from the highway... I'll be the one with the hockey mask and the machete."
His reply? "Great! Just give me 20 minutes!"