What were those all about then?
Next time, look down, and all will be explained...
OK, I have a 'toilet' story, though not specifically seat-related. Absolute honest truth. A few years ago: there was I, on a business trip, dossed down in some poxy Travelwotsit hotel just off the M1. In the morning, go for a no.2, oops! toilet blocked. No bog-brush in sight. Call the reception desk, they say "don't worry sir, we'll get it fixed etc. etc." Meeting all morning, but at lunchtime it's back to the hotel and I nip up to my room. What ho!? Three be-suited men hanging around in my room, prodding said toilet with coathangers and the like. I say, WTF's going on, they say you made a complaint about the toilet, I said yes, I was expecting a
plumber. These three men wearing
suits, mark you: one of them looked like he might be the manager. Talk about embarrassment!
I turned tail and fled. There are times when you really
don't want people poking around your t**ds...!