Don’t you just hate it? You pull out you book, open it up and start reading. No sooner do you get into the flow than some muppet destroys your reverie with
“WHAT YA READIN’?”
Look, if I’m sitting, quietly enjoying a book I obviously don’t wish to enter into conversation with you. How the hell am I supposed to read and have this conversation? Besides which, the name of the book is written on the front of the damn book. You can see it from where you’re sitting!
…goodwill to all men didn’t last very long, did it…
Incidentally, it’s The Fountainhead.