As a woman, toilet paper is important to my daily existence. Having it at hand, when it should be at hand, is akin to having my keys when I get home, or my wallet when I reach to pay for the groceries; it is fundamental to finishing the process satisfactorily.
Of course, we've all come home before to realize that, despite being the most anal frequent-purse-checker ever, the keys are...inside on the counter. It shouldn't be so surprising, I suppose, that toilet paper occasionally slips one's mind until the moment of crisis.
That doesn't mean it's not disappointing, though.
Yes, one can "drip-dry." But my lord does that feel unpleasant. It makes me feel almost morally dirty to resort to it.
And then of course there are times when, for whatever reason, you manage to make it through the OTHER kind of going to the bathroom...
...I don't need to tell you that makes me feel dirty, too.
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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