Occasionally, I have a very strange day. I feel like I am experiencing déjà vu repeatedly. Last week, I had one of those days.
It all started when I used my husband’s bathroom.
Now, this is where I must confess that my house has two bathrooms; one is nice, and one is a cubby hole with a toilet. Guess which one my sons and husband were allotted.
Let’s face it, boys and men are usually rather messy. I had hoped to have the opportunity to build a house, because I wanted to have a “boys” bathroom with a pressure washer installed and a drain in the floor. That way I could put on a hazmat suit, goggles and gloves, go into the bathroom and pressure wash the entire thing from ceiling to floor. But alas, I had make do with assigning them their very own bathroom while I took the nice one. It’s only fair…I don’t have to aim anywhere.
So on this particular day, I just happened to be closer to my husband’s bathroom when I had the urge. I went in there, did my business, then reached for the toilet paper.
And there it was…perched like a crown sitting on top of an empty roll still on the dispenser. You had to be kidding me.
Was he seriously that lazy that he would just pull out another roll and sit it on top of the empty roll instead of taking off the empty roll and throwing it in the trash that literally sat under the toilet paper dispenser?
Obviously.
So I lifted the new roll off, squeezed the spring held bar containing the old empty roll, took it off and dropped it into the trash can below. Then I attached the new roll. I was feeling rather snarky about the whole thing, so I was sarcastically talking out loud about how it was “So hard to change out the rolls that I was exhausted”, and “Did anyone in the house need a lesson in how to change a toilet paper roll!” It went right over my husband’s head. He didn’t hear a word.
Sighing, I got my purse and headed out the door. I had several errands to run, so I grabbed my can of soda and got in the car. After several hours, I stopped at a fast-food restaurant for lunch. Realizing that my can of soda needed to remove itself, I went to the restroom. After relieving myself of my soda, I reached for the toilet paper.
It was sitting on top of an empty roll.
This had to be a joke. I had already changed one that day, what were the odds that I now faced another?
Yes, I know what you are thinking. I could have just left it as it was, but it just isn’t in me. I was born with this wretched need to fix things. It is a dubious gift from my mother.
So I gritted my teeth, took off the empty roll and put on the new one. I confess that I was fussing under my breath the entire time….something about stupid lazy people. It wasn’t at all Christian.
Anyway, I left there and proceeded on my way to a craft store.
I love craft stores. I get all excited looking at all the wonderful things to make. I buy a few, take them home, …and never do a doggone thing with them. But still, I like looking around, and I could look around for hours.
And it was exactly hours later that I felt the need to visit the restroom. I went into the stall, sat down and reached for the toilet paper.
And there it was. A new roll perched on top of an empty roll.
I couldn’t help it. I yelled out, “OH, COME ON! You have GOT to be kidding me!” while I furiously changed out the roll.
It was at that moment that I heard a small voice in another stall.
“Um, are you okay over there? I am guessing that you need toilet paper.”
I looked down as a roll of toilet paper from under the door rolled to a stop at my feet. Sighing, I picked it up and said “Thank you” to the other lady.
And guess what I did? I sat it right on top of the new roll I had just changed.
It was liberating. Who says an old dog can’t learn new tricks?
