We pick up this well-dressed young man at the train station. The police called because he, well, had an episode on the train. No facilities onboard.
“I’ve had diarrhea for the last couple of days. I just had to go.”
“You pooped on the train?”
“Aren’t there people around? How did you do that?”
“Yes. I just squatted on the floor.”
He’s not lying because I can see stains on his pants. Why he even dared to leave his home with diarrhea, I don’t know. But it’s really fascinating to me, especially how he’s got nice clothes, a nice bag and an MP3 player. It’s not like we were picking up the crazy homeless dude after he pooped on the train.
But then again, if you have an bathroom emergency…