When you live with other people, and you only have one bathroom, there is the inevitability that one of you will be pooping while another person feels the pangs of needing to. It's rough stuff, but you get through it.
Recently, the timing of things has worked out such that my partner & roommate of many years has been scooping me on the bathroom, has been getting in there just as I find myself needing the shit the most. There is no blame, it's just something to pay attention to in the way sabremetric baseball people analyize hit clusters (if you hit 9 singles in an inning, you'll score a lot of runs, but if you hit 9 singles spread out over 9 innings, you probably won't). Pooping analytics.
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