Searching out a new laundry basket, I was in close proximity to the toilet seat aisle. Like all those housey-type things are bunched together for convenience in our shopping. It can’t be for the impulse factor like end-of-aisle placement with these items that are less than dreamy.
I hear snickering and laughing and “toilet seat man? ya gotta be kidding” and I thought to myself we’re all just a little bit goofy about toilets and such no matter how sophisticated we pretend to be.
Why, I feel like I’ve truly arrived in a new workplace when I discover the pooping bathroom. You all know what I mean; the secluded bathroom away from the shared stalls where you can hunker down in a comfortable squat with the quiet of your own thoughts.
With chosen laundry basket in hand I walked around the end of the aisle and saw two young guys dressed in slouchy, baggy pants, faces sporting piercings and interesting tattoos pretty much everywhere. Strikingly sculptured, shaved and coloured hair completed the look. And I heard one guy say “yeah, I was at my Gramma’s last night and her fu**in’ toilet seat is cracked. Pinched my ass! I’m gonna surprise her and buy this and put it on when I go over tomorrow”. The response from his buddy was “yeah, that’s a fu**in’ nice thing to do.”
And I smiled and thought it sure is.
2 thoughts on “overheard in the toilet seat aisle”
Hope Grandma appreciates the thought that went on’t this unusual gift. ☺
I hope so too!!