It’s the age old battle: to leave or not to leave the toilet seat up. Or in my home it’s the: “I did not leave it up!” “You totally did!” battle.
Sure, it’s not that big of a deal for me to lower it myself, but it’s also not that big of a deal to put it back when you’re done. And of course it’s hazardous in the middle of the night. It doesn’t happen often, but once is enough when it comes to taking an unexpected plunge in the loo at 3am.
((“Why don’t you look where you’re sitting!” – “It was 3am! It was dark!”))
So I’ve come up with a new plan. Actually it’s less of a plan and more of a source of entertainment and validation. Whenever I find a lifted lid, I snap a photo with my phone and send it as a text to the offender.
At least I don’t hear “I do not leave it up!” anymore. That’s enough satisfaction for me.
Oh, and just so I don’t get into too much trouble for this TMI post, said offender cooks delicious dinners on a regular basis.