Being a guy of sufficient intelligence and wit to keep up with a batch of certifiably brilliant friends, I do not consider myself to be dumb, and yet I humbled myself this afternoon in a manner which will – I think – provide some small manner of amusement to women aggrieved of men whose toilet training does not include proper seat-etiquette.
As often it does; peristalsis sent its gentle request for relief and I heeded its call. However – I am certain due to whatever electromagnetic mayhem has been causing my wireless keyboard to freak out all day – my thought process completely misfired and I lifted the seat before I closed the bathroom door. Some part of my mind decided this would be efficient. Thus was I greeted with the cold rim of porcelain when I sat.
