I have a friend who once played right in to my stubborn assness. We were at the lake with the boys and the half bath toilet seat broke. We were at the Hooterville hardware store looking for a seat when he picked up one of those squishy ones from the eighties and declared “no one would ever buy one of these!”
And every year since it’s installation My friend has forgotten about its existence or been forced due to capacity or contamination to sit on the bubblegum seat. And every time he does an exclamation of disgust is followed by mumbled swearing which makes me endlessly happy.
And like the gift that keeps on giving he sent me an email the other day that has me thinking about learning to knit.