What a Difference a Ply Makes

I haven't posted anything light-hearted in a while, so I figured now was a good time. :D

The last time that whoever buys toilet paper for the office bought toilet paper, they made a huge mistake: they bought the cheap one-ply paper. (You know, the kind that can file women's fingernails.) This was a shock, because name-brand toilet paper is one of the unspoken perks of working in the office of a smaller, independent company. Plus, it bolsters morale. ;)

So, like I said, it was a shock. However, we Southerners have a make-it-work attitude. And, along with said attitude is the sense that we cannot be seen as "too good" for, well, anything. If sandpaper is what we're given to care for the most sensitive of areas, then by golly, sandpaper's what we're gonna use! We see it akin to a spiritual trial.

So, what happened? Nothing. Nobody said anything. Everyone just endured with the patience of Job. For about a week.

Then, something magical happened. Some kind soul, who I guess had had enough, bestowed on us a few rolls of Quilted Northern. However, they didn't toss out the cheap toilet paper; they left it right on the toilet paper holder. Instead, they simply sat the new toilet paper on the back of the toilet. As a result, each visitor to the bathroom gets the opportunity to choose. One can either stand firm on the commandments of toilet paper usage and use what's on the holder, or one can indulge.

Apparently, we're all an indulgent bunch. ;)