A friend of mine is having marital difficulties. Calling what she is going through "marital difficulties" is a lot like calling Antarctica "a bit chilly." [Although with global warming being what it is, maybe that's all Antarctica will be pretty soon.] [Please save any flat earth arguments for another discussion.]
Just when you think her husband has done as much as he could possibly do in the way of messing with her head, he goes and does something bigger and grander.
I was at her house Saturday night, and I happened upon her in the hall bathroom. I'm not sure how I broached the subject -- hell, it's not like I'm Miss Sensitivity -- but I wondered why she wasn't using her own bathroom in her master suite. [And a sweet suite it is, my dears.]
She walked me to her bathroom to show me. The son-of-a-bitch had taken the toilet. The toilet! The toilet!
My response? "You've got to be shittin' me."