Day Eighteen: Almost Caught Up

I'm not sure what I'm going to do once I do get caught back up. The title's of my post won't have anything to with lateness, or procrastination. I mean, this is virtually all I know! We'll see what happens.

Daily Goal: 2000

Yesterday/Monday's Word Count: 2316

Surplus/Deficit: 316

J.W.B.: 2326

"As he contemplated living off Taiwanese airport cuisine for the rest of his life, he rounded a corner and nearly crapped his pants in delight as he saw his departing flight’s number glowing sweetly from a gate in front of him. That settled, and with a couple hours to spare before his flight took off, he went in search of the bathroom. Finding one, he entered, opened the first stall he came to... then shook his head vigorously, hoping to return the scene to normal. What looked like a perfectly usable urinal, if a little shallow, seemed to resting in the ground, with a little roll of toilet paper next to it. The new sight caught his attention for long enough that a man behind him muttered what he supposed was an ‘excuse me’, squeezed by, and began to pull his pants down while squatting.
“Jesus!” he exclaimed, jumping out of the stall he had briefly shared with the man and closing the door behind him quickly. He supposed that this was a squat toilet, a bathroom fixture that requires no explanation outside its given name. ‘I don’t need an explanation, I just got a demonstration!’ he thought to himself, entering a regular, sit -down to shit style toilet with a sigh."