Early this morning, when it was still dark, I arose for the day and headed for the bathroom. After relieving myself, I lowered the toilet seat and was suddenly struck by an overwhelming "flashback".
Several years ago, I went to bed one night and forgot to lower the toilet seat. About 3:00 AM, I was suddenly awakened from a deep sleep by my wife's loud and emphatic cry "Dammit Tommy!"
I had no idea what was wrong but rushed toward the source of her increasing profanity to investigate. I flipped the bathroom light on and spontaneously burst into uncontrollable laughter. In darkness, she had sat down hard without seeing that the seat was up and her 105 pound, petite body was hopelessly wedged in the toilet, bottomed out, with her knees touching her chin. She could move her arms but absolutely could not get out and, as I surveyed the scene, I slipped farther into hysterics. I really tried to compose myself but she just got louder and madder until I threatened to get the digital camera and take multiple flash shots of the golden moment.
I finally managed to extricate her from her ceramic confines and she calmed down but remained quite miffed. For several days afterward, I would look into her eyes and break out laughing (and she knew exactly why) but we never spoke of it again and, somehow, I dodged a divorce. There's a lesson here folks...
Several years ago, I went to bed one night and forgot to lower the toilet seat. About 3:00 AM, I was suddenly awakened from a deep sleep by my wife's loud and emphatic cry "Dammit Tommy!"
I had no idea what was wrong but rushed toward the source of her increasing profanity to investigate. I flipped the bathroom light on and spontaneously burst into uncontrollable laughter. In darkness, she had sat down hard without seeing that the seat was up and her 105 pound, petite body was hopelessly wedged in the toilet, bottomed out, with her knees touching her chin. She could move her arms but absolutely could not get out and, as I surveyed the scene, I slipped farther into hysterics. I really tried to compose myself but she just got louder and madder until I threatened to get the digital camera and take multiple flash shots of the golden moment.
I finally managed to extricate her from her ceramic confines and she calmed down but remained quite miffed. For several days afterward, I would look into her eyes and break out laughing (and she knew exactly why) but we never spoke of it again and, somehow, I dodged a divorce. There's a lesson here folks...
