I wrote in November of our disappointment with product quality in general and of the available toilet seats at the 800 lb. gorilla of a big box store nearby. Nevertheless, we needed a new toilet seat, and we bought one, only realizing how really poor the quality was once we got it installed.
We had purchased it on November 4, and it died with a loud, protesting crack on December 28; that’s got to be some kind of a record. Days later, we took ourselves to another big box store, but this one is devoted to home improvement, and the wall of toilet seats for sale was impressive. It took a little more discussion than our last purchase, and we have no illusions about its longevity, but it’s a only a place to sit down and contemplate our good fortune that it isn’t located in an outhouse in January.