That’s right, my Mother has bathroom towels hanging in the bathroom that we are not allowed to wipe our hands on (or anything else, for that matter).
Who does that?!?
The issue here is not how the puddle got there (even if I was emulating a sprinkler and just the tiniest amount may have splashed outside the rim). The issue, as I see it, is that I made an attempt to clean up said “mess” and that woman was upset that I chose the wrong vehicle for cleaning.
NEWSFLASH…I’m three and don’t care if your towels have elaborate embroidery and decorative tassels hanging from the edge. They looked absorbent, so I used them! End of story.
To sum it up…
Hang a rag, hang a sham-wow, hang a frickin’ fur pelt…I don’t care. But if you want me to make any effort, don’t hang unusable cloths within my reach.
