by Vicki Nunn
I think I’m under a curse: the curse of the toilet seat!
It could have started the time I discovered that you can’t see a cockroach on a black toilet seat. From that moment on, toilet seats everywhere banned together and swore to have their revenge on me for half-squashing a cockroach on one of their brothers!
Toilet seats around the world I’m sure, feel much maligned in their profession, especially being the butt of so many jokes (sorry – couldn’t help myself) and have now formed a union to avenge themselves on those human they deem to have committed the cheekiest crimes against them. (Sorry again.)
So what kind of revenge can a toilet seat possibly execute? I can tell you from personal experience that:
The hinge snapped on one side so that the seat portion became skewed as I sat down on it and I almost went flying off;
On a heavy duty toilet seat, the hefty lid crashed down on top of my fingers; and
The hinge seized up so I couldn’t lift the lid at all, which occurred at a time I was a little desperate, which is a bit of a bummer (sorry for that).