Seventy-two words …

Keith's Ramblings

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Obdurate and the limit just 72 words.

 

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I keep telling her but will she listen? My house, my rules. That’s how it should be, isn’t it?  When I’m at hers I respect her wishes, it’s the polite and decent thing to do.

‘You’re an obdurate young lady’ I said the other day.

‘Thanks‘ she said thinking it was a compliment, but I soon wiped her smile away.

Mine’s an all-male residence and the toilet seat has to remain UP!

 

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26 thoughts on “Seventy-two words …”

  4. Dale Jun 13, 2020 / 15:48

    Hahaha! I so miss my personal bathroom at the old house… No one but I used it so I never had to worry about falling in the hole!

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  7. Na'ama Yehuda Jun 13, 2020 / 17:48

    Well then.
    Some people clearly have ‘toilet control issues’ …
    (ducking …)
    😀

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  8. rugby843 Jun 13, 2020 / 18:25

    Aha! Luckily that wouldn’t be a problem for me with the urostomy bag, it’s a necessity😃

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  10. rochellewisoff Jun 13, 2020 / 21:45

    Dear Keith,

    I raised three sons and lived with their father. There’s nothing more jarring than having to use the commode in the middle of the night, not turning on the light and falling in. Now I have my own private loo and don’t have to contend with this. Your story did make me laugh.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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