It may sound picky, but did the guy who designed my toilet ever clean one? Oh, I know it was a man who made this thing, this cunning little wide-mouthed beast that squats on its haunches in my tiny bathroom. And I am not talking about the inside. Oh, nonono. It is the exterior I am talking about, all these loopy curves that just sit there and collect crud. And when are the car manufacturers going to get their act together and give women a decent shelf in the dashboard to stow their purses? Take that glove compartment and shove it, guys. Just put a pocket on one of the sunvisors for the registration, manual and proof of insurance. OK?
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