That Time Someone Ducked Into Our Airbnb to Use the Toilet
He left me feeling a very specific kind of confusion.
Then again, toilets are a part of travel.
Like the time a few weeks ago when Michael and I were sitting at home in our Vancouver Airbnb, which was a basement unit in a house.
There was a door which led into the other half of the basement — and the rest of the house where our hosts lived.
A door that we had always assumed was locked.
But suddenly, the door flung open, and a man stepped inside our apartment and made a beeline directly to our bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I looked at Michael.
Michael looked at me.
Had what we thought happened really just happened? Was there a person in our bathroom right now? Someone we’d never seen before?
Later, I told some friends that I felt such an unprecedented, unique feeling of confusion that it should have its own word.
“Shit-stunned,” I said. “Or bowel-wildered.”
Then one friend, Tyler, volunteered, “Poo-plexed?”
Which is, henceforth, exactly what this very specific emotion shall be called.
At that moment, Michael and I were completely and utterly poo-plexed.
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