one time in college i had some kind of computer problem so i navigated an endless bureaucratic trail from desk to desk and person to person until i was told to go to a room and sit on a chair and wait for some guy, and eventually a short sweaty man in his 40s barrelled into the room and saw me on the chair and said to me "hang on a second, i gotta piss like a racehorse" and i felt instantly comfortable and happy to hand my computer over to this man. thats part of why its hard for me to be professional for any length of time, because i think so often about this man and the racehorse piss and how happy i was to hear him say that instead of "hello how can i help you." i do not remember if he fixed my computer.



















