My immediate family growing up consisted of my Mother, my Father and myself. 2 men, a woman and a single bathroom. Surprisingly, that arrangement lead to very few problems or conflicts. There was, however, one item that came up on a regular basis. Leaving the toilet seat down.
My mother educated me from an early age to believe that a gentleman always remembered to leave the toilet seat in the "down position" for the ladies. It was a rule carved in stone around our home and violations always brought swift and terrible consequences -especially if Mom was sure which of us men (my father or me) was the scoundrel that left the seat 'up'.
Well, the day came, when I was about 14, that I questioned this rule. One day, after forgetting and being caught leaving the seat up, I asked my mother a simple, logical question -one which haunted me the rest of my life.
The conversation went something like this:
Me: “Mom, leaving that toilet seat 'down' is just good manners and common courtesy?”
Mom: “Yes, that’s right. It shows that you are a gentleman with a good upbringing who has respect for women.”
Me: “Well, if that’s the case, why is it women never have the same good manners and common courtesy and leave the seat 'up' for the men?”
That simple question got me grounded for a week for being a smart-ass. It also removed any chance of a homemade pie or dessert for Dad or I either one for over a week (It should be noted that my Father vocally supported my Mother on this issue, but quietly gave me a pat of the back).
My mother’s memory, being typical of most mothers who seem to be able to recall your slightest indiscretion or embarrassing moments for eternity, allowed her to periodically torture me with that question for the rest of her life. She looked upon it as a sign of open rebellion and disrespect.
To my great disappointment, no one has ever answered that question acceptably for me. At this point, I suppose I will go to my grave without knowing the answer and will continue to leave the seat down. It has become so second nature to me that I even catch myself doing it in the men’s rooms of public facilities.
Well, I guess my Grandfather was right when he told me “Life is not fair -and you should be grateful it isn’t. If it were, it would mean you actually deserve all the crap that is going to happen to you in life.”
Y’all have a blessed day now, hear!
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