True story. When I first met The Queen, her refrigerator contained a bottle of ketsup and a half a watermelon that was so desiccated that it had turned into a raisin.
Once upon a time in the early days of the world wide we’d, there was a website with something called “The Urinal Test” (IIRC). My brother-in-law’s mother sat down to take the test with me, my brother-in-law, his brother and his father all watching. As I recall, she got them all wrong, but we got 100% correct explaining the male mind in choosing the correct urinal for various situations.
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