Happy Thursday. In recognition of Throwback Thursday, here is a story from a couple decades ago. I ran cross country in high school. We had practice runs every morning before school, so we showered in the women’s locker room before classes started. One morning, I felt very gassy. As I was showering, I figured the water splashing was loud enough to muffle my fart sounds, so I pushed it out. I felt no gas release. I looked on the floor and there laid a glistening turd. I was both disgusted and intrigued. I tried to maneuver the water to wash the poop towards the gutter, but despite it only being the size of a pebble, it was too heavy to slide with the water flow. I cleaned my butt and dried off, being careful not to step on my own poop. Hopefully no one else stepped on it either because I didn’t clean it up. I was a teenaged high school girl, no way I was going to pick up poop even if it was my own. That’s it. Hope you enjoyed my past.