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RE: Hovering: The Infernal Paradox of the Ladies' Restroom
There may come a day when I will document the travails of a woman who has stumbled groggily into the dark bathroom in the middle of the night to pee, and finds herself swimming in the toilet bowl because her husband didn't put the seat down.
But it is not this day.
Haha, yes you could call it Harriet Chamberpot, or somesuch; she should be transported to some magical mythical land, where touching the toilet seat turns you to stone.
Cg