Me: What are you going to get accomplished this morning?
Payton: I need to use the latrine.
Me: So, what's stopping you?
Payton: Marshall said it was broken.
Me: . . . It's a pit toilet. It doesn't have a lot of moving parts.
Payton: . . . That's the last time I listen to Marshall.
Exit Payton, in the direction of the latrine.
Some days, you wonder if cluelessness is contagious, or whether they're having a competition.