Clyde was sitting on the floor staring at the toilet. He had been in his girlfriend's bathroom for an hour. Just sitting, staring and thinking . He still wasn't sure what to do. He could at least flush. His piss was starting to smell really bad.
What she was asking wasn't unreasonable. It was very reasonable. He didn't want to do it but she was reasonable.
"Clyde honey, would you mind putting the seat down after you use the toilet?"
"Why?"
"Because I need it down when I go."
"Can't you just close it yourself?"
"Sure but I get distracted sometimes. I just don't notice that the seat isn't down. I mean I keep it down all the time. When it happens it's uncomfortable. The rim is cold and slippery and sometimes I sink further than I mean to. I just really would like if you put it down for me. Please."
She hadn't brought it up again. Well kinda once but it was more explaining why she had screamed. After that nothing.
Clyde knew for a fact that he had left the toilet seat up multiple times.
This would have been so much easier if she had yelled or nag about it but no. She's just asked if Clyde could do this little thing for her. It wasn't big deal if he didn't but she really would like if he did.
Times like these Clyde really hated his mom.