Leave The Seat Down
I heard the front door open and knew it was Deborah back from her shopping trip. I didn't say much since we had had a fight that morning before she left and felt I had better-let sleeping dogs lie. The fight itself was over an age-old theme between men and women, leaving the toilet seat up. I always left it up and Deborah was constantly telling me to put it down. As I sat in my chair reading the newspaper, Deborah approached and dropped a bag from Wal-Mart on my lap. I asked what this...