This weekend Jacob Kose lost his partner in crime Jason Goldberg on Saturday night but found him Sunday morning, buried in a vat of curry and lamb vindaloo. The Indian delicacies had congealed and Jason very badly had to go to the bathroom, but still hoped to preserve the vat, which would have amounted to at least a month of sustenance. The quandary induced a spirited debate over the question everyone’s been debating since November 7, 1861: Did Thomas Crapper’s patent of the flush toilet — with separate water tank and pull chain — revolutionize shitting as we know it? I retrieved a hoe, four shovels and a cannister of whipped cream to dig Jason out of the vindaloo while we unclogged our thoughts.
