Puzzlements

Was it the King in "The King and I" that speaks of puzzlements?  I think so.  Yule Brynner, of course, was amazing.  At some point in my life (the eighties?) I saw "The King and I" live in Seattle.  I vaguely recall a group of women making the journey for the show.  I think that's the night that I shared a bed with another women who was just a tad taken aback when I cuddled up with her during the night.  Completely innocent-- I was merely trying to get warm.  Since then for whatever reason, I've developed into an "on the edge of the bed" sleeper.  My husband never accuses me of crashing into him during the night.

So Puzzlements.  There are so many!  But I ran into one again today, that I run into more often than not lately.  And I just don't get it.  Why is it that some women don't flush the toilet when they're done?  Lately, it seems that several times a week I go into a public restroom and discover an unflushed toilet.  Why?  It's not because the toilet is broken.  I know this because I go ahead and flush it!  Kids, perhaps?    I would throw this puzzlement out to the universe, but I doubt anyone would answer.  Yeah, it's not a big deal, but it sure is puzzling as
life goes on.