The Day the Lights Went Out
If talk of poop makes you panic. Skip this post. And read this book: Everyone Poops . So I was on the toilet at Starbucks. Yep. I said it. I had to stop in between visiting clients the other day...cause when ya gotta go, ya gotta go...and *ahem* I may have eaten several mini donuts on a lunch date. I'm allergic to wheat and that basically rules out all things delicious (especially deep fried doughy donuts) but who can resist them? They're warm. And mini. And rolled in icing sugar. So yeah, not me man. And then bad things happened people. Bad. Things. So, you know when you have serious poop issues but you are attempting to do so in a ninja like fashion by not breathing or moving and doing the flush and poop at all the right times so no one knows you're in there near death...I have mastered the ninja poop. And then things took a surprising turn. You see where this is headed, right? Without warning, the bathroom lights went out. P...