What happens when you find a full toilet?

My father’s work as a firefighter was difficult at times.

He worked shift work - twenty four hours on, seventy two hours off.

Coming off shift, I never knew what he would be like. Some shifts he was rested. He mostly slept. Nothing terrible happened. Other shifts, he would be tired, sometimes shaken and frequently a bit grumpy.

On the days he came home from work, I’d be a bit wary. Which dad was he going to be? As a firefighter, my dad needed to be orderly, organized and tidy. The hoses took a long time to put back onto the trucks so they could be taken off quickly. With firefighters, every second counts. Lives are on the line.

As a kid? I was part of the forces of entropy. I would leave my socks everywhere. To this day, my wife laughingly calls me ‘the sock leaver’. My father was less amused. My crusty sock bombs were like I.E.D's. They were everywhere and anywhere. They could show up in the most random spots at the most random times wreaking havoc and stinking people out of any room the…