Overheard In Brooklyn

Walking on Lorimer Street on my way to Pete's (can't stop linking Pete's. There's too much love.) to pick up my wallet, I passed a woman who was saying into her phone, "I'm still really proud of the toilet seat."

I don't know if the toilet seat recently graduated from college, or if maybe it just celebrated a year clean and sober. Maybe she made the toilet seat herself, from nothing more than bits of broken glass, bottle caps and a dream. Or more prosaically, perhaps she simply installed it herself. Above; toilet seats to be proud of. They can help you re-create the authentic, manly feeling of peeing directly onto the sort of painting or wallpaper one might find in a hunting lodge. Go ahead and buy one, they're still available on E-Bay.