One piece of technology I can do without it is the automated toilet!
On occasion I have been plunked down on the seat undergoing my daily constitution when – whoosh! – the toilet automatically flushes unexpectedly.
OMG!
A jolt of icy-cold water shoots up my butt-hole and I end up getting douched without warning!
If you’re into “that”, I expect you just wipe off – buckle up – and head out the stall unscathed, eh?
Not me, you little darlings!
I prefer a more manly approach any old day.
And, after what happened yesterday morning, I daresay I plan to start a petition to ban ‘em!
Although I'm just kidding, I’m still annoyed about an incident at the DGA which spoiled my day, you betcha.
After I wiped and stood up in the stall in the mensroom, and started to fasten my pants, my sunglasses slipped off the edge of my t-shirt and landed unceremoniously in the “bowl”.
Before I could snatch them up, the toilet flushed, and they disappeared into the basic plumbing below.
Sh**! (no pun intended).
My favorite pair of shades were sucked into bowels of the DGA never to be seen again.
Throughout the day, I felt totally naked to the world, as I dashed around the environs of Outfest to catch a flick or two featured at the ever-popular festival running ‘til the end of the week.
Guess I’ll just have to zip down to the 99 cent store on La Brea to snatch up a cheapo pair ‘til I have the opportunity to shop for new ones.
Life is a bitch (then you die) eh?
One I can control is preferable folks!
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