This comment didn’t age well.

The Spanish translator didn’t quite know where to start. Loosely translated with a small creative liberty: “alright, I needed to, excuse my French, take a shit.”

For a truly transcendent molten lava-shitting experience, try eating nothing but sliced papaya drenched in not-even-that-spicy chili sauce—I recommend the black label Valentina—for a couple days. Delicious, but your ass will make Mount Vesuvius blush.

Better idea: require airports to allow any vendor to rent space. You’ll notice that everything in most airports is run by HMS Host. The issue is the monopoly, not that prices aren’t regulated.

“[T]hink of it as monopoly-lite...”