He was a toadstool of a man; smoking up a storm, great bellows of silent clouds surrounding his thoughts. One of his thoughts was this: People reinvest in a toilet bowl but never the toilet seat. They act as if the seat is just a disposable as a sheet of Kleenex.

Why can’t the seat be built to last.

I tried to answer him but I just kept coughing, my eyes tearing from the cigarette smoke.