“‘Listening toilets’? Oh, this thread is gonna be good.”
Anyone talking to a toilet or faucetis in need of involuntary confinement in the State Home for the Deranged.
Or perhaps the State Home for the Bewildered.
I talked to the toilet in the master bath just this evening, because the damn water line clogged and now it won’t flush. I told it what I’m gonna do to it with a wrench tomorrow, and I used words Alexa can’t understand because I make up profanity on the fly.