(Yes, this is what you think. A potty post.)
So I am at work the other day and I get the signal from my, well… I realize I need to make a pit-stop. I hate going that particular number at work, it’s just not private enough. My digestion doesn’t always agree however, so off I went. I get to my destination and start my routine. Yes I have a routine. OCD remember? So I tear off the first part of the paper and use it to adjust the seating. Then I pre-flush (I prefer a fresh bowl). Next, the seat cover and I was in business…
Yada yada yada and I was ready for the finale! I reach for the paper. I couldn’t find the ‘end’ so I spun the roll. Hmm. I spun a few more times. I switched directions. I was starting to panic. I couldn’t find the END! So I tried to tear into the side of the roll, but no luck! It was that cheap stuff that is practically solid when rolled tight… I worked at it tho… I was starting to sweat. I felt flush. There is no neighbor to “spare a square”. Finally my efforts to tear into the roll worked. I was able to get a half strip started. I could work with that! After much careful tearing I was finally able to complete the final step on my journey and go on with my day.
Ughs. Sometimes the simple things can really go wrong.
tagged: work toilet toilet paper tp restroom potty post
