I just arrived home after taking a cab ride from work. Don't worry, I wasn't working all this time. I went out for dinner and a few drinks with some people from work to celebrate the successful completion of a project. I managed to flag down a cab after leaving the restaurant and immediately upon sitting down and telling him where I needed to go I caught a huge whiff of feces. Originally, I thought that I might have farted and then realized that I hadn't had time to fart. I quickly searched around the cab for piles of feces. Upon discovering zero piles of feces, I determined that the cab driver must have shit himself. I opened the windows in the back and pretended not to hear him when he asked me to roll them up. The cool, fresh Chicago air was refreshing. It made the ride tolerable.
That was my fecal cab ride.
This is what you get when I try to post something every day.