In addition to my husband and brother, my house has seen a revolving population of men lately, with lots of friends stopping by to visit, help work on the mister’s Jeep or my brother’s car or hang out for movies and beer.
I have to keep stocking up on peanuts and beer, but it's fine.
But I’ve learned a lesson. Apparently peeing while standing up is a very arduous task, requiring more support than a man’s own two legs can provide.
I have made this deduction based on the proliferation of dirty, greasy handprints on the bathroom wall above the toilet.
Someone (obviously a man) is coming in from the garage, taking a leak, and leaning his dirty, grimy, garage-goo-coated hand against the wall while he does it, leaving smears and grease behind.
I have hung a note above the toilet. Do not lean a hand on this wall while you pee. If I have to scrub one more greasy handprint off this wall, I will kill you while you sleep. Also, please pee in the toilet, not on, around, or near. IN.
Men are gross. Or at least the ones that frequent my home.
2 comments:
Oh man, I want a sign too! I've cleaned sooo many greasy handprints in my time - but they're usually around lightswitches, door knobs, etc. Freaking dirty boys!
Wow. I was just wishing I had more male friends, but it sounds like the price for them is pretty steep. I should maybe rethink that.
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