Beheld this scene in the house today. My second brother M was banging on my parents toilet door asking my Dad who was taking a bath to come out quick.
Dad: I am taking bath. Don't you have a toilet of your own?
M: Come out quick! I need to use the toilet URGENT!!
Dad: Use your own toilet.
M: I need to use yours! Come out fast!!
Dad: Okay! okay! But I don't understand...
M (interrupting him): Dad!!! Will you stop talking and come out!!
Dad: Okay! I'll finish my bath in your toilet if you don't mind.
M: Be my guest. Just don't use my after shave.
Dad: I don't plan on stinking like a diesel engine for the rest of the day. So you needn't worry hmmph!
My poor Dad stumbles out of the toilet wearing a towel, shampoo foam on head, soap on face and walks with squinted eyes to M's toilet stumbling and slipping on the way. All is quiet in the house till he gets back after his bath and beholds M's mobile peacefully charging on the toilet shelf. Apparently this is the only socket where his phone battery will charge.
To cut a long and rather violent story short, Bro, his phone and the electric socket have been thrown out of the house unceremoniously. Our vocabulary of Malayalam epithets stands vastly enhanced. M is looking genuinely baffled at the hullabaloo. He just cannot understand why Dad got so worked up over a perfectly normal thing as charging a phone. He is now convinced that his Dad has gone cuckoo. Ditto with the Dad.
Have a nice week folks!