A broken toilet seat. A crack that grabs is incentive to do something about it. A trip to Home Despot. Two people with bad backs hoping the other will do most of it. We each ended up doing half and switching places. There was so little room to work in and it was so awkward and could you get me a flashlight. Did they seriously mean for the lid to be suspended in mid-air for the nut to go straight down? Oh, wait, there it goes. But why won’t this…

There was my not-yelling announcement of, I want to yell shut up at you but that would be mean so I’m yelling shut up at me.

That did it. We were okay from there on out.

So, (wincing at whoever will be having to have such a thing coming down the conveyor belt at them) do you, like, just toss this thing in the recycling bin? Because of course you do, but.

I guarantee you those workers will crack a joke at the sight of it.