This and that
The “this” is that I’ve had a lot of internet trouble today. That always makes me break out into a cold sweat. It seems to have been fixed, but you never know. And right now I – like so many others – am even more dependent on the internet than ever.
The “that” happened last night when I was getting ready for bed. I turned around to do something, and as I did so my arm or hand brushed against a toilet paper roll, only about one-quarter used, that was sitting unsecured on a shelf. Bullseye, right into the toilet.
I almost wept. I definitely cursed.
Sorry, I got my laugh for the day at your expense.
Hope that wasn’t your only one.
“Bullseye, right into the toilet.”
Microwave. In 2 minute bursts. MW. Feel. MW. Feel….
When done let it rest three minutes before using.
Bulls eye! I too have developed an amazing talent for odd happenstance, things I would have needed practice to achieve as a young man now come naturally. A few more years and I expect to outperform Stan Laurel.
ouch! like flushing cash down the drain!
I have a family member whose husband is an independent trucker and she does all the books and things for his business and the other day her computer crashed. She had a hell of a time getting a new computer and couldn’t find anybody to help them get their info off the other one until they found a guy that will do it for them on the side because he is out of work also.
There are so many stories like this and I think many people are starting to realize that all jobs are essential to somebody.
I had something like that happen to a box of tissues pre-COVID. It was sitting on the window ledge next to the toilet, with the window open a couple of inches. A big gust of wind in the middle of the night, and you know the rest. So no spare TP on the window ledge.
Food banks are still meeting needs, but nobody has set up a TP bank.
A friend of mine is an essential employee because he drives for a company that distributes paper products.
I offered to ride shotgun.
“Unsecured on a shelf.”
When I was growing up, my mom found a sign that she put up in our bathroom where you could see it while “making a deposit.”
“Important Public Service Announcement: CHANGING THE TOILET PAPER ROLL DOES NOT CAUSE BRAIN DAMAGE OR CANCER “
My brother was a particularly bad offender with regards to changing the roll. And still is.
I use Charmin’s 12″ “Forever” rolls. They can’t possibly fall into the toilet. I happened to have ordered some just as the CCPneumonia started to hit, so I’m pretty well stocked.
Neo, I should also have been more clear: your incident reminded me of a couple of lost rolls of paper which really made my mother angry. Which necessitated the sign.
I wasn’t assuming you don’t change the roll.
At first, I thought you were going to say you had re-injured the arm which troubled you. But it was only a roll of toilet paper! Arms are still more important than toilet paper, right? Right?
Kate:
Correct!
Good thing it wasn’t your arm (for many obvious reasons) because it sounds like you need a bone sticking out to be treated in some hospitals right now. Will never know but I wonder how many will die of other ailments out of fear of going to doctor/hospital.
Agreed.
Although I think at this point it really depends where a person lives.
Laughed out loud at the, “that.!”
Did anyone else have grandmothers who concealed a spare roll on a shelf, disguised as a hoop skirt worn by a Barbie doll wearing a homemade, crocheted dress?
If that had happened at stately Wayz manor, SWMBO would have smacked me (even more) senseless.
Always, always, always lower the lid, she sez…
Neo: Thank You for my morning laugh!!!
Cottenelle TP is our Gold Standard and I happily paid a grifter $12,000-bucks for a 12-pk yesterday.*
Sincerely, Pinnochio