

You might think, but a couple of weeks ago, uhh, a friend was sitting on the toilet at work when m…, I mean his equipment retracted and shot a stream of urine over the rim, which fortunately(?) was contained by his pants and underwear. Reportedly, he had to drape them over the vents in his urine-smelling office until they were dry enough so that he could go home and change clothes.
For 15 years I lived in an apartment with the bathroom shelves directly above the toilet. It’s a corollary of Murphy’s Law that anything dropped in the bathroom somehow will land in the toilet bowl. Hence, the lid stays closed.