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cornerofmadnessI got the rest of the garden in, contemplated and dismissed doing dishes and headed instead into a nice cool tub to read aftering opening all the windows since the rain really cooled things down to a normal temperature.
I'm not in the tub two minutes when I hear a knock. Oh crap. More knocking. Damn, it has to be Landlord with my toilet seat. It's 8:30 in the evening but it's still light out so it's fair game I guess. I really need that toilet seat replaced before I kill myself on the completely sheered off one so I slither out of the tub, knock off most of the bubbles and pull on my clothes.
Only to realize panties and shorts are on backwards. Ah, who can tell. I run for the door and catch my pocket of backwards shorts on the jamb. RIIIIIIIP. Oh shit. There go my favorite black shorts. Holding them together I fling open the door and there's Landlord with toilet seat and Coco the barky chihuahua whom I loathe (it's a chihuahua).
He goes in to try and fix it. I'm standing there with my underpants showing through the new ventilated backside of my shorts. He looks at the toilet and says, 'huh thought it was bone.'
No, white. I look at the toilet seat and say, that's the same size I bought. It's too big.
'Toilet seats are standard.' LL replies
Yeah that's what I thought too (keeping my you bought the cheapest damn toilet in the world with its non-standard toilet seat for munchins) but i measured it and it's nearly 2 inches too big for this toilet.
He looks at me as if I'm crazy then says I'll try it. He looks at the toilet then back at me 'tomorrow, i forgot my tools.'
Um you came here with the toilet seat but NOT your tools? You ARE a tool. What do you need I ask since i am well supplied in tools. Noticing that Coco has been beaten up by Roy and is now cowering in the bathroom, i get the screw drivers.
LL gets the toilet seat off, RIPS the box on the new one to shreds instead of waiting for me to cut the tape only to find out the toilet seat is TOO BIG. Well no duh, I can measure, kinda important in surgery and all but what do I know? He says he'll go back to Jerry's Do It centre and get another one tomorrow and leaves. Meanwhile the broken toilet seat is just lying on the floor.
I slam that back in place and toss myself on the bed thinking this is why I'm NOT zen.
I'm not in the tub two minutes when I hear a knock. Oh crap. More knocking. Damn, it has to be Landlord with my toilet seat. It's 8:30 in the evening but it's still light out so it's fair game I guess. I really need that toilet seat replaced before I kill myself on the completely sheered off one so I slither out of the tub, knock off most of the bubbles and pull on my clothes.
Only to realize panties and shorts are on backwards. Ah, who can tell. I run for the door and catch my pocket of backwards shorts on the jamb. RIIIIIIIP. Oh shit. There go my favorite black shorts. Holding them together I fling open the door and there's Landlord with toilet seat and Coco the barky chihuahua whom I loathe (it's a chihuahua).
He goes in to try and fix it. I'm standing there with my underpants showing through the new ventilated backside of my shorts. He looks at the toilet and says, 'huh thought it was bone.'
No, white. I look at the toilet seat and say, that's the same size I bought. It's too big.
'Toilet seats are standard.' LL replies
Yeah that's what I thought too (keeping my you bought the cheapest damn toilet in the world with its non-standard toilet seat for munchins) but i measured it and it's nearly 2 inches too big for this toilet.
He looks at me as if I'm crazy then says I'll try it. He looks at the toilet then back at me 'tomorrow, i forgot my tools.'
Um you came here with the toilet seat but NOT your tools? You ARE a tool. What do you need I ask since i am well supplied in tools. Noticing that Coco has been beaten up by Roy and is now cowering in the bathroom, i get the screw drivers.
LL gets the toilet seat off, RIPS the box on the new one to shreds instead of waiting for me to cut the tape only to find out the toilet seat is TOO BIG. Well no duh, I can measure, kinda important in surgery and all but what do I know? He says he'll go back to Jerry's Do It centre and get another one tomorrow and leaves. Meanwhile the broken toilet seat is just lying on the floor.
I slam that back in place and toss myself on the bed thinking this is why I'm NOT zen.
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