“The practice came about because way back, people would throw their waste from the chamber pot straight out the window. This way, men were much more likely to be covered in shit than the woman.” I stop walking and stare at him for a moment. He stops and turns to face me. “You’re kidding, right?” “Swear to God.” He chuckles. “You should really refrain from telling any dates or girlfriends that in the future. It really feels much less romantic when feces are involved.” He grins wryly. “Noted.”
