Last week I was on my way to a customer’s place when my morning coffee kicked in and demanded I poop. this always happens after coffee; it’s like some sort of poopstarting drug for me.
So I went into a Tim Horton’s bathroom and prepared to drop a few kids off at the pool. I unloaded a pretty big log, and then realized a second was on the way, so I pushed that payload out as well.
And then, to my surprise, a THIRD log was peeking, so with not inconsiderable delight, I sent it on its way.
And then, to my shock, a FOURTH log began emerging. I couldn’t believe it; a four-logger? Impossible. It was as if I’d driven to work, gotten out of my car, and eighteen previously unseen clowns jumped out after me.
I turned to look. It was amazing. The crap piled up above the waterline. All perfectly formed logs of considerable width. It was like a giant brown python had taken up residence in there. And not a hint of blood! It took three flushes.