Haiku Hijinx

Enough people have been amused by this story that I think I should tell it out loud once and for all. Besides, I think the statute of limitations has run out on my crimes, so I think I'm safe.

When I got out of graduate school (for the second time -- story for another day), I did a brief stint at a little start-up company that had spun out of General Atomics in La Jolla. One day when I was at work, inspiration struck me and in that instant I was obliged to write on the bathroom wall the only thing I've ever saw fit to write in such an inauspicious place.

What I wrote was a haiku. Which was inevitable, if you know me. I reproduce it for you here, word for word, so that you might be amused by it as some few others have before you.

a bowel movement

is a very private thing

one person per stall

Despite its somewhat pedestrian nature (see my early meta-post on Haiku 1), I hope you find it and its circumstances enjoyable.  :-)