Changing the toilet paper roll: The biggest drag
Last night, as I made myself change the toilet paper roll for what it seemed the one hundredth time in the last few weeks, I wondered why I find this specific chore to be such a drag, right up there with filling up the gas tank, turning the sprinklers on and off, and of course, cooking.
I don’t get it. It takes all about two seconds to get the empty roll out and put the new one in, and yet, without fail, each time I have to fight the urge to leave it for later. It must be a remnant of my married life, when there was always a chance (cross my fingers) that Mike would take care of it if I didn’t. I’d get lucky most of the time, but invariably I’d end up having to change it myself anyway because he’d put it in wrong. Other people disagree, but I like it when the loose bit of tissue falls over the top of the roll. (What?)
Now, I’m the only queen to my throne. I can change the roll now or I can change it later, but I have to change it. Such a drag… It’s the only other thing I dislike about being alone.
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You are RIGHT!! Everyone else is WRONG. The loose bit of tissue MUST fall over the top of the roll. Whenever I go anywhere and I find the tissue coming out of the bottom, I actually switch it around. In restaurants, public restrooms, other people’s houses, you name it.
You are RIGHT!! Everyone else is WRONG. The loose bit of tissue MUST fall over the top of the roll. Whenever I go anywhere and I find the tissue coming out of the bottom, I actually switch it around. In restaurants, public restrooms, other people’s houses, you name it.
Hahaha, OMG, you crack me up!
Hahaha, OMG, you crack me up!
Waterfall. Always. You’ve got it correct.
Waterfall. Always. You’ve got it correct.
Phew!
Phew!