Wichita, Kansas
A woman with a fear of facing the world is reported to have sat on a toilet seat in her boyfriend's apartment for over two years.
Each day he would pass food and water to her and encourage her to come out.
"Maybe tomorrow" was her daily response.
Ultimately, her skin grew around the toilet seat and finally emergency responders were forced to transport both the woman and the toilet seat to the emergency room, where the seat was surgically removed.
Mrs. Phred and I would like to visit Wichita in April. We'll apparently have a hard time now saying, "We're not in Kansas anymore" as a measure of locational weirdness.
Kansas was once a standard for middle American normalcy. When Dorothy was swept into Oz these were her words to her dog Toto. Yes, Toto...we're still in Kansas and it is weird.
Here's the full story from the Associated Press.
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