So you know that common scene in movies when you see someone standing at their kitchen sink and they turn on their disposal only to have all of it's contents purged on them with impressive force?
That just happened to me.
It happened AFTER Nadia screamed at me in the crosswalk but BEFORE I had to stick my hand into a toilet filled with poopy water to retrieve an entire roll of toilet paper.
Am I being filmed? Surely this day could not unfold on it's own and only with the help of some Hollywood director.