Now, the aforementioned intelligent reader might also wonder as to how the intelligent person that beauty is, fell into the evil company that she evidently has in the form of this co author. This post shall attempt to elucidate upon the same.
Way back in times of yore, beauty used to write in some other corner of blogsville. Yours truly chanced upon her blog. I may be anything but no one can dispute the fact that I appreciate good literary skills, and even more so if the author (rather I guess it should be authress, if indeed such a word exists) is a pretty young woman who has wits to boot. Now, by some funny quirk of fate and a practical application of the Principle of Six Degrees of Separation, yours truly had the honour of being a slight acquaintance of the almighty beauty.
In all this, the intelligent reader might be wondering how the toilet seat (the same one which is referred to in the title of this post) comes into play. It would be slightly difficult for me to explain the precise physics, mechanics and dynamics of the same (the seat, not the post) for the simple reason that I have not yet had the pleasure of interacting with it (again the seat, not the physics et al). But the first post written by beauty on which I commented, and hence placed the first brick of the edifice of our friendship, concerned that toilet seat. And the rest, as they say, is a mixture of history, Gutenberg, Alexander Graham Bell (telephone) and George Bush (petrol for bike).
And it was one learning experience in life. Till date, yours truly has been treating toilet seats of various types, shapes, sizes and states of cleanliness with a new reverence.