That Nice Homey Smell

(I work for a project where I don’t have set hours, meaning the time when I come home varies. My boyfriend is home on vacation.)

Me: *walking through the front door* “I’m home!”

Boyfriend: *from the bathroom* “Don’t walk further! And close my door without looking!”

Me: “What? What are you…” *realisation* “Are you pooping with the door open?”

Boyfriend: “Yes… But you usually inform me when you’re coming home!”

Me: *closes bathroom door, laughing* “I never quite understood the desire to poop with the door open, to be honest…”