You Irreplaceable You.

When I wrote my first post committing to write every day for a year, I warned that some days I might write something stupid. Well, it’s not even 11:59 p.m. and here it is.

I have an unexplained aversion to refilling the empty toilet paper roll. It might be my answer to leaving the seat up or it might be that, deep in my subconscious, I think I’m above it. I do it from time to time, when I’m feeling especially gracious, but mostly I just grab a new roll from the stash and set it within hand’s reach of the commode. Eventually, it makes its way to the dispenser, with the replacer, Ben, probably grumbling insults at me and my haughty lack of consideration.

Yesterday, my charitable mood led me to not just replace the roll, but also recycle the empty cardboard from the previous one. However, hours later, I noticed that, possibly caused by lack of practice, I had put the roll on backwards. As a staunch under-hander, I balked at my error. There it was, the tissue unmistakably draped over the top, hanging like a banner devoted to my ineptitude.

I wasn’t unnerved enough to change it, but it continued to taunt me more and more with each constitutional. I gave it one last glare this morning before rushing out the door to work—and vowed that corrective measures would be taken the moment I arrived home.

There. That’s better!

Oh, and for those on the opposing side of this dispute (most people do fall to one side or the other), you might appreciate this:

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