"Where's the nearest Home Depot?" my brother asked this morning. We're at the house in the Poconos enjoying the cool of August. I'm wondering why he wants to ruin paradise by doing work around the cabin.
"Not sure. Why?" I ask.
"I broke the toilet seat," he said.
"I broke the toilet seat. Right in half."
Indeed, he had. The seat was cracked, through and through. No more sitting on that seat without flesh getting caught.
"Man," I laughed, "you need to lose some weight."