My Toothbrush Tastes Weird, Honey

yesterday robyn blogged about people who talk on the phone while they are on the toilet. which i can't bring myself to do. but it got me to thinking about all the hotel rooms i stay in that have those convenient phones mounted on the wall right next to the toilet.

in my family there's a wise old phrase that, while humorous, serves an important educational purpose: "shit flies up!" you see, one of my family members, i can't even remember who it was, saw a documentary special which demonstrated (with a special radioactive dye and super-scientific lighting and cameras) that when a toilet is flushed, a fine mist of pissy and shitty water sprays high into the air over the toilet and settles over the entire area surrounding the bathroom. which is the area where most people store their TOOTHBRUSH, towel, face flannel, hairbrush, and so on. telephone, in this case. as this family member described it to us, how the shit flies up, we all become so horrified, that i know none of us can flush a toilet to this very day with the seat standing up. personally, it's all i can do not to flush it with a stick from outside the room. some of that mist has to come out that crack in the side.

Tuesday 15-Oct-02