Beth was already rolling it around
in her mouth and nodding, “It does feel
dirty, like dirty oil.”                
     “You're right,” I said after      
trying it, “But it's just our percep-  
tions of the word itself that makes it 
feel dirty. Plus, it doesn’t help that 
‘oil’ is part of the word itself.”     
     “Good point,” the Cat said, “and  
it's also true. You really can't use   
the word as a compliment, like, you    
smell so good, just like a toilet. I   
don’t think anyone would go for it.”   
     Beth giggled, “You could com-     
pliment them on having clean ones, you 
know like, I love that your toilets are
so clean.”                             
     “I don't know,” I said, just to   
disagree, and then added, “It could    
depend on who you told this to.        
* Especially, if they had some kind of     
psychotic phobia about their toilet and
had an extreme obsession to keep them  
clean. You might be playing with       
dynamite on that one.”                 
     “Is that all they taught you in   
those psychology classes? Doomsday     
scenarios?” Beth said, shaking her     
head.                                  
     “Well, it might not be highly     
probable, but still you should keep it 
in mind, if you're going to start going
around telling people they have clean  
toilets.                               
     “Then again, I just thought of    
something, toilet water. That's        
supposed to be some kind of perfume,   
but why anyone would decide to describe
perfume as toilet water is beyond me.” 
     “Criminal?”                       



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