The Breakup
“She was always givin’ me shit about leaving the toilet seat up. One day, I offered her what felt like a decent counter-proposal. I’d leave the toilet seat down for her, if she’d leave it up for me. She turned red, glared at me, and said, ‘How about if I leave it down, you leave it down, and I don’t walk over there and scratch your stupid eyes out?’
“Well, on balance that seemed like a pretty workable deal, so I told her, ‘Okay great, we’ll just treat it like it’s nailed down. You leave it down, and I leave it down, 24/7. But I pee standing up, and there’s nothing about a smaller target that’s gonna improve my aim.’
“She walked over to the vase her parents gave us, wound up and chucked it at me. I suppose I could’ve caught it, but I just ducked to one side, and it smashed into the wall, right where our wedding picture was hangin’. Then she turned around and walked out the door; slammed it so hard another couple pictures fell of the wall. I ain’t seen her since.
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