Earlier today I saw a complete stranger come into the bathroom on the second floor of the office building and disappear into the stall to "drop the kids off at the pool"... if you know what I mean.
I think he's a floor jumper. He probably works on the 3rd floor but doesn't want to stink up his own bathroom. So he jumps floors to the 2nd and works us over with his mad brownloaf.
Now, don't get me wrong... I certainly jump floors. But it's only when I'm on the way out the door and need to make a quick (standing) pit stop before getting into traffic. I jump to the 1st floor.
But nobody would just naturally choose the 2nd floor. No, this was an act of stinkage.
I find myself wondering if humans are wired in the same way that dogs are to not poop where they live. That's why when you kennel train your dog you have to have a sufficiently small kennel.
Oh well. Probably not a topic worthy of much inspection.
SufferFest 08 Day 4
