plop plop fizz fizz oh what suprise he was...

In a bathroom stall at the London airport I came across a most interesting situation… actually it wasn’t really all that interesting at all just strange. I sat in one of the cleanest public restrooms I’ve ever been in (I guess that’s what happens when you refer to bathrooms as Loo’s.) when I heard a sound that could only be described as a locomotive screaming by, followed by a belly flop of a splash – it sounded like a massive cliff-side tree had been felled into a lake! It was an absolute explosion.

Often, I find it unfortunate that in such circumstances as these I am detained by the dirty business of my bowels, and go on wondering for minutes sometimes hours the make up of a gent who would unload such an odious mess. Fortunately, I would not be so detained in this instant as is per usual the case. I had just finished whatever business I had to attend to in my own stall and was growing curiouser and curiouser as to what kind of beached whale could create such a monstrous plop in a toilet. Surely, he must be some highly trained bear or Head of state, or maybe even a construction worker on a bit of a break. Oh how wrong I was.

Exuding with confidence, I opened the door of my stall fully expecting to see this behemoth in all his splendor, spent and satisfied after such a wonderful release, only to see in his stead a boy no bigger than 4 foot tall, skinny as a rail, stretching on his tip toes just to reach the sink. “My, my, my” I thought to, “I have no idea of what to make of what I just heard and what I am now seeing.”