Normalish

Apparently my trips to deuce-ldorf are much easier than most people. I rarely spend more than a few minutes taking these trips. In comparison there are a number of people on the floor of my office building who have a difficult time checking their luggage.

There is this one guy who really sticks out though. He is The Angry Pooper. He unabashedly strains, grunts, and practically cries while stowing his carry-on. He must have a medical condition. I don’t necessarily mean that he has a condition which makes him do that, but more likely, he has created a medical issue from the violent encounters.

Oh, and it isn’t like I sneak into the bathroom either. So we also need to consider the fact that he knows someone is in there listening to him go to town.

I just don’t get it.