I get home from the store.
I am putting things away. Fine, whatever. (I don't care for the word "whatever" for various reasons.) I also used to hate the word, "issues" because it was so vague. I find myself using issues now because it covers a lot of bases. I no longer want to be specific (or atlantic, either) so I am using issues whenever anybody talks to me.
Luckily, I must wear a sign that says, "DON'T TAWK TO HER." This works out very well, actually.
Sooo, I am wondering why I have one very large roll, and a much smaller one. They keep them in that snot-proof container with tongs so the average person does not touch the rolls.
Last week, and forever before that, the tongs were loose and hung on the side.
NOW, if ya can believe this, those tongs are now attached to some squiggly kind of stretchy cord. WHY? Because people are stealing the tongs!
Not me - oh nooooo. I am not burning in he!! for eternity for a lousy pair of tongs.
I wanted to see how the tongs were connected to the bottom of the snot-proof container where they keep the fresh rolls.
And THAT, medears, is how I ended up with two rolls, one that resembled the state of TX (hi, beldin) and one that looked like a very, very small quarter. Yes, we have switched over to coins.
Oh, sigh.
THIS IS A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: make sure you get one of those squiggly little wires to hold your tongs in place. You just never know when you're going to have a guest that has a TONG FIXATION. They are out there, they walk among us, AND the mothers vote, AND THEY STEAL YOUR TONGS. Scary, huh?
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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