Hmmmmm!

          I’ve been going about my days in the usual manner lately and yet seem to be noticing an unusual number of thing that are not quite the norm, or seem to make me wonder just a little bit more about them. Even make me say hmm out loud every once in a while. So with that in mind I felt that it was necessary for me to not keep it to myself any longer. Share the inner torment so to speak. Are you thrilled or what? The anticipation is killing me. I wish I knew what I was about to write. Gawd… it sure would make this whole blog thing just a little bit easier let me tell you. Oh yeah, that’s the point isn’t it. Me telling you some stuff, right? So let’s get on with it shall we?

          Feel free to actually say “hmmm” out loud if you feel the need. And if I did this right, you will. But if you don’t, it won’t be as fun. You see, I've embedded a “thing” to the “stuff” at that “place” that's specifically for the audible enhancement of only those who vocally express their enthusiasm aloud for the included pleasure of all within earshot. No, really, it’s new. I came up with it and it totally works. Trust me. Just do it. So here we go. Try to keep up.

          You go to use the rest room of the local establishment you just happen to be visiting and everything seems normal. Even the décor of the water closet itself is rather fitting and not tacky in the slightest. So you carefully pick your stall. We all have our own routine of what we look for in a commode enclosure, so that plays out as it should. Close the door behind you and latch it. Always latch the door…duh.

  

          Assuming all is a go, no pun intended, this is where you unbuckle, unhitch, hike up, hoist, drop, slide down, shimmy, or just plain let fall to the floor, whatever clothing that may be encasing your very own personal escape at that time. You decide not to do the hover thing and go for the full cheek plant ordeal. You have already established that it was safe to do so from your initial assessment of the cubicle, so don't start with all this "eew...is it clean enough?" business. 

          Now this is where your brain starts to step on the gas pedal. You did not see anyone coming out of the wash room prior to your entrance, nor did you notice anyone go in before you. It was a clear solo shot all the way in. Yet...the seat is warm. 

          Hmmmm.....