Sunday, March 25, 2012

The saga of the Toilet Seat from Hell

So, one of the benefits of having 'an app for that' is being able to blog on the go. This can come in handy, like when nature calls, but some evil specter prevents you from answering it.

That evil, is my toilet seat...

I really, really wish I was kidding when I say that there has been a scouting of local establishments for western style toilets with toilet paper provided, in heated bathrooms that don't smell like a cat box, or that I didn't actually sit and consider how plausible it was for me to wait and go at work tomorrow morning.

And for the record, yes I did realize how foolish it was for a grown ass man to be so afraid of an inanimate object. So you know what I did? I marched right into the bathroom, looked it in the...well...lid I guess..., dropped trow, ...
...and flew half off the seat when I tried to sit...

So, after dislodging it from the bowl, I decided Mc Donald's really wasn't that far.

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