I don't have anything colourful right now to offer my loyal legions of paid fans, so you'll have to make do with something that's been sitting in my draft folder for some time now. Be in awe, be entertained.
You wouldn't think that the topic of toilet paper would be so important but since I'm the primary shopper in the household and use so damned much of it these last several months it's got me thinking. And reminiscing. What a loser. You are. Shut up.
My public school dispensed toilet paper by the square. They looked like mini paper towels in that they were tri-folded and when one sheet was taken, the next would pop out ready to service. I hated that toilet paper. Not only were the squares tiny and useless, you really had to pull out a gigantic wad, even as a kid to effectively wipe anything, but curiously, one side of the sheet had a wax paper-like finish to it and the other side had the abrasiveness to skin a pig with a couple of passes. Now who invented that nonsense? What does a waxy finish do besides smear things around?! That's the last thing I want happening when I'm finished doing my business. The worst part had to be the odd times you pulled one square out and the entire stack followed unexpectedly so now you had a pile of useless "paper" on the ground and one sheet with which to wipe. And if you know public school washrooms you would know that they lived in perpetual shortage of soap. Mmmmm.
Mr. Stinky and I share a need for quality toilet paper. A comfortable product that doesn't exfoliate you down to the raw, inner flesh of the nether regions with every wipe. I promised him when we moved in together that he would never have to worry about crappy toilet paper as the household would always be well stocked with sale-priced, but good stuff. If you must know, anything $0.25 and less per roll is a fair deal. I never get the "ultra" stuff because the more ply per square, the less squares per roll and the higher chances of a clog occurring when that fluffy stuff soaks up the toilet water. It's all about the math people... and having too much time to ponder the trivial stuff.
I don't know who the supplier is for my employer but we get some magical stuff. It's not great toilet paper, but it's exponentially better than what Mr. Stinky has at his work. I had to pee once while visiting him and the paper in the stalls weren't even 1-ply, more like 3/4-ply. It was see-through and practically disintegrated in your fingers if you tried to unravel it too fast. Sad. Anyway, magic toilet paper. It straddles the abyss between semi-soft and barely tolerable but for the most part, is OK. What amazes me is that this stuff floats. Like the Cheerios mothers use to toilet train toddler boys this stuff doesn't sink or flush.
This morning after the first of many pees for the rest of the day I had to flush quickly three times in a row hoping that each one would employ the inertia of the previous flush to suck the stuff down the pipes. Honestly, I didn't use that much paper, it's just magical like I said, and I'd hate to leave proof of my presence for the next washroom user. It's a common courtesy; no one should have to look at stuff someone else left behind no matter how innocuous. Of course hearing all that flushing would lead anyone around with ears to think that I took a massive and unflushable poo and was now doing battle with the toilet to get rid of it. Not that it really matters, there are only so many options of action one could take in a washroom and I'm certainly not embarrassed to answer the call of nature. But shoot, three flushes. That's a lot of... stuff.
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