AREN’T YOU SICK OF IT?
My doctor was telling me this week that he no longer buys Crocs because the soles now wear out in a season. The big, clunker TV in my bedroom from 1992 is still going, yet the TV we bought when we got married a decade ago went kaput three years ago.
Why all the venting all of a sudden? Last week my husband walked past the kid’s bathroom said to me, “There is sh!% on the toilet seat!”
I responded, “No, it’s not sh!%, it’s chipped paint. So in the time it would take me to drive to Wal*Mart and purchase a new seat, I spray painted them.
Here’s a little something about toilet seats from my past. When I was a kid, I went to the store with my grandmother because she needed a new toilet seat. I vividly remember her repeatedly commenting on how embarrassed she was about the purchase.
I thought about her the whole time I had 2 of my toilet seats (hey, why not freshen them all up at once) on cardboard in the front yard, spraying and drying. I’d like to think my generation isn’t that vain; we would rather challenge unnecessary consumption for the good of our planet – for the sake of common sense and in the spirit of obsolescence.
So if someone says to you, “did you know you can just spray paint your toilet seat; you don’t have to buy a whole new one.”
I hope you say, “No sh!%”