Pooping on a Plane

If you have a weak stomach or just don't like to talk or think about poop, then pass on this blog.

While at the San Francisco airport waiting for my layover, I recieved a text message from Dan telling me good luck and ect.. and he was waiting for a response on what it is like to poop on an airplane.

For some reason, my body has enough sense to not poop in public. It has a mind of it's own and chooses to do the buisness at home. (Pun intended)

Well on a ten hour flight my poop decides it can't wait any longer so to the miniscule closet they call a toliet.

If you haven't been in an airport bathroom it's very much like a portapotty minus the bad smell. If you haven't been in a portapotty, well you are shit out of luck then. (Hahah, shit out of luck, I crack myself up)

Unfortunately for me, the toliet I happen to use was clogged without my knowledge. So when I pushed the flush button, it just kind of stayed there. Eww. Otherwise I'd imagine the rushing water would push it down it's way. Stayed tuned for my return trip airplane poop adventures in about 3 weeks!