"If I have to scrub one more toilet..."
I have a robot vacuum cleaner named Walter. One morning I was working in my studio and he came in and went straight for my feet. I left the room; the studio needed a good vacuum.
I walked way across the house to the other wing to my bedroom to wash my face and straighten up.
Walter followed me and bumped into my feet as I was standing in the closet and then followed me into the bathroom and bumped my feet as I was washing my face.
My husband said he was flirting with me. It never happened again or Walter would have been homeless.