A couple years ago, I was coming back from a long weekend in France for my dad's cousin's wedding. The toilets over there aren't as strong, and the last poo I had was a couple days before the trip. I flew to Amsterdam with my brother (my parents stayed behind for a couple more days of festivities), and then we split up to our respective flights home. At this point, I'm on the verge of exploding. I hurry to the bathroom, cover the IR sensor (knowing it was going to be a long one and didn't want any sudden surprises), and let loose almost 5 days of food. If it hadn't been an industrial airport toilet, I fear I would've destroyed the poor thing!