Another superpower seems to have come to the fore in my life. It would appear that I am the only one in our building -- including the cleaning people -- who understands how the toilet paper dispensing apparatus monkey works. The details don't really matter; suffice to say the things very often work badly until I lay my hands on them.
It makes sense, really, when you think about it. I, who once said that if they ever name a monument after me I hope it's a bathroom. I'm probably like the Aquaman of washrooms.
Which would explain the seahorse saddle.
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