It was 1995 when I entered that bathroom stall. There was an urgent business to conduct, and I got to it directly. I was successful in my negotiations, and felt a mixture of relief and pride at their close. This feeling, however, would not persist. This was no ordinary bathroom stall. It was, in fact, a Time Shitter, and, when I exited the stall, I exited in the year 13 AD, to face a sizable gathering of men yelling at me, vociferously, in Aramaic.