I mentioned that Patrick and I were up in Connecticut for my Dad's birthday last weekend. In a past column, I also mentioned my father's aversion to noise, dirt, chaos, things that are not hanging in tidy little rows toilet paper dispenser.
Just to prove that the aforementioned helter-skeltering of toilet paper was a fluke, I took this picture on my recent visit:
Just to prove that the aforementioned helter-skeltering of toilet paper was a fluke, I took this picture on my recent visit:
I did not tamper with the roll before I took this shot. This is my parent's toilet paper in its natural state. I think we can all agree that this is one handsome toilet paper dispenser.
And yet.
The closeup you are about to see, reveals a dark side.
The seedy underbelly of toilet tissue perfection.
Proof, if you will, that not everything is as it first appears.
And yet.
The closeup you are about to see, reveals a dark side.
The seedy underbelly of toilet tissue perfection.
Proof, if you will, that not everything is as it first appears.
(Insert your best toilet-paper-pun ending here).
Personally, I can't wipe the image from my mind.
Personally, I can't wipe the image from my mind.
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