I try my best to save the environment, save water and in general be a stand up guy for endangered species and suchlike. The world needs help and I am happy and willing to give it.
In that spirit, we installed a new toilet that uses 50% less water, which of course is a good thing. After all, water savings is important in the draught stricken Sydney and I want to do my part. Sitting down on my porcelain throne I felt like royalty - king of saving the whales or whatever else needs saving.
After making my foul smelling deposit (or, for the less sensitive readers - taking a shit) I used a minimal amount of recycled toilet paper. It felt like coarse sandpaper against my skin, but I didn’t care. Anything ensuring the continuing production of toothpicks can only be good thing.
Then I flushed…and flushed…and flushed…
It took seven flushes to actually get rid of the kingly evidence.
There is a lesson in all of this. See if you can spot it.
