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I was sitting on my toilet. And boy, was I happy to be there. Sometimes it is worth the pain of holding your bladder for a two hour bus ride to a Government Building and back.
Oh, sure, I could have went to the washroom in the Government Building-but we all know about Them.
But I am losing my train of thought.
I had an enjoyable pee.
Until I realized when I looked down there was nothing on my toilet paper holder.
My toilet paper holder is cute. It holds four rolls. And it is made of wood. Shaped into a Cat. She dons a beautiful green ribbon and her mouth is turned up in such a pretty, little smile.
There was no toilet paper there.
I looked up to see if there was any on my bathroom counter.
Great, I thought when I saw none.
So, I opened the cupboard door for under the sink and reached.
But I already knew.
I could see the bag of toilet paper.
Just barely out of my reach.
So, there I was sitting on the toilet, dripping.
And the thought of waiting for that to end and having some pee...like...drying on me at the same time, grossed me out.
But I knew if got up, I might drip.
Maybe in my jeans as I waddled, crouched, to get the toilet paper.
Or maybe on the toilet seat, and I would only come back to find the little pee splooch hours later.
For the briefest of moments, I actually thought about calling Ian into the bathroom.
I let my eyes wander back towards the bathroom cupboard and I decided to reach again. I was still just a few inches too short.
A few inches that Ian could have reached with ease, though.
Bastard, I thought.
I scootched over as far as I could on the toilet seat and I stretched for all I was worth.
One of my fingers caught plastic.
To make a long story short, I got the toilet paper.
Then I went to have a talk with my roommate.
About Figure Skating. He changed the subject the first time around pretty fast.
Tonight I did not let him.
I even got out my old Winter Olympics tape to pop into the VCR.