Crazy lady just after cleaning 2 bathrooms and hearing footsteps:
(And I mean seriously crazy clean... I mean remove everything from the bathroom and clean with a toothbrush and scrub the entire toilet with hot sudzy water and wash down the entire cabinet and walls surrounding the toilet and the light switches and door knobs and baseboards (not in that order) and scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees and washing out a bathtub in my master bathroom that I clean more than I use and cleaning out a makeup drawer that was so disgusting it almost made me cry, and finally finding a cleaning product that removes the awful mineral deposits off my sink drains and shower doors and fixtures and realize that it isn't really a green product and using it anyway.)
With a paranoid sound in my voice: "Honey what are you doing?"
Weather man dad: "I'm going to the bathroom.'
Like its an everyday thing... Like I should have assumed... Like its no big deal... Like I shouldn't have even asked.
With a hysterical plea crazy lady protests: But I just cleaned in THERE!!!
Weather man dad in a really non understanding tone: "Well I have to POOP!" (He didn't actually use that phrase... but you get the idea.)
Crazy Lady: "And you definitely can't do THAT in there!!! It still smells clean and then... well then... it.... WON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" almost in tears......
Weather man dad regaining at least a small amount of compassion: "When will it be safe to use the bathroom again?
Crazy Lady in all seriousness: "In 3 or 4 days."
