My toilet has a weird handle: you lift it to flush, and it drops back down and points toward the floor between flushes. It's been this way since I moved in, and it's never struck me as particularly odd, but apparently it is.
I know this because pretty much every guest who uses my toilet somehow manages to leave the handle in the lifted position. Honestly, I'm not even sure how they do that or how much time it takes to get it to stay upright, but without fail, whenever someone disappears to the restroom, minutes after they return to the living room, I'll hear the tell-tale sign of the toilet endlessly refilling. I'll go drop the handle back into place, then explain the oddities of my plumbing to my visitor.
I share this because we had people over for brunch on New Year's Day. Many of them hadn't been to my place before, so rather than brace myself for "handle duty," I simply took a little Post-It note on it so people would know what to do.
It worked like a charm and a dozen people used my bathroom without leaving it in the upright position. It worked so well, in fact, that I decided to just leave the note there, since on at least one occasion I returned from vacation to find the toilet running because the cat sitter didn't know the flusher trick.
Alan, apparently, had other ideas. As I was working on my laptop the other night, he came into the living room and stood next to me with a shit-eating grin on his face. He'd cleverly moved the Post-It note to the button on his pants.
And he accusing me of the being the 12 year old in this relationship? I don't think so.
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