This morning I woke up in my new room in Denmark, gathered my things and found my way to the bathroom...
...which is where I bumped into the man of the house - in his underwear. Carrying a dirty diaper.
I did the same thing any civil person in my position would do: stifled a snicker, averted my eyes and said "good morning".
He proceeded to say "good morning", chat a little - obviously completely comfortable with the fact that he wasn't wearing pants - and said, "well, I've got some shit to take care of" and left.
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