Yesterday my father-in-law asked me to help him replace a toilet seat. He has some weird toilets where you need to weasel your hands behind the bowl into some opening to reach the bottom of the bolts and his hands were too big to do it. I was able to get my hands in there to get to the bottom of the bolts and we got the toilet seat off.
I cut one of my knuckles in the process (what kind of toilet seat uses metal bolts?) but didn't really notice.
As I pulled the old toilet seat off, my father-in-law went to the sink and rinsed a clean washcloth with warm water. He handed it to me and I wiped down the top of the toilet where the seat had just come off and cleaned out the screw holes a little.
He looked at me funny and said, "I gave you that washcloth for your bleeding knuckle."
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