The TP Nazi topic has come up here before. Yes, I am the TP Nazi in this house…. and any other house where I am staying long enough for more than one sit down. But for today, I shall leave alone the topic of which way the paper rolls off the roll.
Today’s topic: empty cardboard rolls and the uncaring, or possibly unaware, people who leave them in their wake. GAH! I am pretty sure that I am the only one in our family of SIX who places the new roles on the dispenser in our downstairs Elvis bathroom. What I am not sure about is how it is always perfectly the right amount of TP for the last person…. makes me wonder…. did they plan it? Did they skimp? Probably none of my business, I know.
Even in our master bedroom bath, my sweet husband does get a new roll of TP out of the cupboard, but leaves it on the floor right under where it should be placed on the roller. It’s OKAY! I’m here. I got it! Please don’t go through any extra effort while you’re in there. Relax. I got your back. From my childhood, I remember my father calling this the “height of laziness.” Wise man.
Yesterday, however, I was shopping at a mom and pop used bookstore for about two hours and I needed to visit their facilities. Low an behold… the cardboard roll was waiting for me, making me feel at home in this home away from home. After digging through their supply closet, I restocked the dispenser and went on my happy way, knowing that I just made life easier for another person and had done my job that I’m called to do here on earth.
Seriously, if I didn’t spend my time as the TP Nazi, there would be empty rolls all over the Valley of the Sun! If you go into a bathroom in Phoenix and the roll is new and coming over the top, know that I was there before you and thought of you. :o) You’re welcome, people.
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