Picture it: the charming municipality of Bristol, England. A postgraduate student we'll call Pete and an amateur gymnast we'll call Pam meet for the very first time. Thanks to both successfully swiping right on Tinder, they are enjoying a meal at popular British chain restaurant, Nando's. After they eat their peri-peri chicken, they decide to take things back to Pete's place. Everything is going swimmingly. That is until Pam needs to use the bathroom.
Let's digress for a moment to ponder the fact that one of the greatest essays ever written by David Sedaris concerns poop. It was called "Big Boy" and was about an unfortunate incident that took place one Easter Sunday at a friend's house. Sedaris was attending a party, at which someone had failed to effectively flush. Not wishing to be the person blamed for the horrifying toilet specimen, the task landed on dear David's shoulders to rid the bathroom of what he called "the biggest piece of work I have ever seen in my life."
"At an early age," Sedaris wrote, "my mother had sat me down and explained that everyone has bowel movements. 'Everyone,' she'd said. 'Even the president and his wife.' She'd mentioned our neighbors, the priest, and several of the actors we saw each week on television. I'd gotten the overall picture, but, natural or not, there was no way I was going to take the rap for this one."
I bring Sedaris' relatable social dilemma up as a way to explain why Pam -- yes, we're back in Bristol now, on the Tinder date -- took the drastic step of attempting to throw her own poop out of Pete's bathroom window, when she was unable to effectively flush it. What poor Pam did not know was that Pete's bathroom was in possession of a weird window situation. A double glazing window had been fitted in front of the home's original window, leaving a sizable gap between the two.
What this meant was that Pam hadn't thrown her poop out the window at all -- she'd merely thrown it between the two window panes. Unable to retrieve it alone, she called on Pete to assist her.
