Toilet Paper
I really am an unfortunate soul. I don’t know why these things always happen to me; my best explanation is that I must have been Hitler in my past life.
The whole way home today I felt something cooking down under. I unwittingly experimented with a street kebab vendor while out visiting a friend and the “food” (I use that term very loosely) wasn’t getting along with my stomach, actually, they were having a royal rumble in there. So I tried as best I could to take my mind off it by humming to the music as I got stuck in traffic jam after traffic jam.
FINALLY, I reached home, sprinted into the bathroom and my smile faded as I found that I was fresh out of toilet paper. I started frantically searching the entire apartment; no TP, no napkins, no kleenex, no extra towel I could forfeit. So there was nothing left to it. I ran to the market behind my building, bought a HUGE family size pack and ran back.
Let me first introduce this next scene. You see I, being the social alien I am, find it very hard to meet nice ladies. I don’t like going out and my neighbors are all convinced I’m insane (Frank tells me to just ignore them and that they’re jealous). So whenever the Gods send me something pretty, I jump at the chance.
SO…when I walk up to the elevators and find a complete knockout standing there, my mind immediately shifts to ‘cool guy mode’. I smile confidently as I walk up next to her. Then it hits me that I’m carrying a lifetime supply of toilet paper. I cannot stress this enough, but it is VERY hard to be smooth when you’re hugging 40 rolls of toilet paper to your chest. So needless to say she laughs and we have the most uncomfortable elevator ride in history. By the time I reached my floor I was already soaked in nervous sweat and the worst part is…I didn’t feel like pooping anymore.
God dammit…
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