Today at work, Yedi goes "Why is it that whenever you go to the bathroom you run like crazy? I can hear you running in the hallway. Do you have some sort of bladder problem?" So I explained to him, "I imagine I'm in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom when they are in that little cart on those tracks and that huge, gigantor ball is rolling down the tracks after them and they are about to get crushed . . . I pretend I'm outrunning that massive ball" . . . and by Yedi's blank expression I sorta wish I had just lied and said I've got a bladder infection.