I was using the restroom at the airport before flying out to Boulder today.

While "taking care of business" at one of the conveniently located urinals, I listened as a man sang to himself in the toilet stall behind me while he "took care of business" of the Number Two variety.

I laughed a little to myself. I thought, "Ha! You loser! Singing to yourself in a bathroom stall while you're on the potty! You're a loser! Loser, loser, loser!"

Then it dawned on me that, because the stall was closed, there was no (easy) way for me to tell that he really was alone. I had totally jumped to conclusions.

From now on, I won't be so quick to judge.