You know, in Holland the toilets have these odd little shelves that sit above the main pool, just above the drain. The shelf is cup shaped and holds just enough water to barely cover ones droppings; i guess to keep the stink down. I was told that this shelf allowed the good people of the Netherlands to, well, examine their poops. I guess, they dig around looking for that lucky peanut… counting the number of undigested kernels from last nights corn chowder…
I once had it in mind to take a look at my poops… living in the “land of toilet shelves” for a time; the urge to do so becomes overwhelming. Finally, one morning, after a quite satisfying movement; I wiped up, zipped up and swung around to, you know… to have a good look. Funny thing… all I saw was shit.
I flushed, woosh off the shelf it went… and I went on with my day.
I don’t really give a shit about my poop anymore.
