I don't use the student bathrooms that often; however, I share a bathroom with a few unnamed people who take old-people lengths of time in the bathroom. Today I lost the race to one of these old-people-who-really-aren't-old-but-take-as-much-time-as-an-old-person-in-the-bathroom-god-what-are-they-doing-in-there-this-is-taking-so-long. As a result, I had to use the student bathroom.
There was only one student in there and he was in one of the stalls. I could hear him blasting some music in his iPod while he was, well, blasting a #2. The music was pretty heavy stuff, like the stuff from soundtrack to the movie 300. It occurred to me that this kid was taking a pretty epic poop. I imagine in his mind the act of pooping was his way of fighting back innumerable hordes of orcs, that it was helping him save a princess, that it helped him conquer a dragon, that it saved the twin towers from terrorist attacks. There is really nothing epic about the act itself, but today was different, today lived in infamy, today that kid became a legend.
At least in his own mind.
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