the wrong way home

me:  I get on the bus from salt lake city to las vegas. 

friendly guy behind me - "where're you goin'?"

me - "vegas.  how 'bout you?"

guy - "gallup."

m - "that's a long way.  what takes you there?"

g - "my son was murdered."

m - "OH!  that's terrible!  what happened?"

g - "FBI doesn't know.  bodies are still in the morgue in Albuquerque."