Carrying on a certain theme of late

The high point of SBL may well have come today, just before a session in which I was involved in some ways. I was busting for a crap and knew I needed to present my paper shortly. A desperate search revealed that each cosy conference room had its own, somewhat intimate toilet, opening out directly into the room. The toilet in our room was ‘out of service’, so I thought, ‘what that hell’, and ducked into the one next door. Given my propensity, shall we say, for a good purge, I left behind something that would have made an elephant feel insecure. Slipping out of the room in order to return next door, I could clearly see the wilting effect on those who had gathered.