life lesson: put the seat down
it was almost 20 years ago when lise first invited me to her apartment and cooked me dinner.
i asked where the bathroom was. she told me it was down the hall.
she informed me that i was to put the seat down when finished or else.
and that has been the rule ever since.
i only broke it once. it only took once.
a year or so after we were married.
i was in the other room when i heard a short series of noises from the bathroom:
- splash!
- “arrrrgh!!”
- *toilet lid slamming down*
as if the audio wasn’t convincing enough, the look on her face assured me that i’d not survive a second mistake.







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