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Toilet Paper! (Jeanne)

 A few days ago, Louie and I were TPed. Whoever did it didn't do a very good job, though. It was enough to remind me of my own teen years and TPing our friends' houses. One time, my friends had hit our house on Aldrich Avenue really hard. My mom didn't like wastefulness and disapproved of TPing. She made me pick up as much of the TP as I possibly could. Stored in brown grocery bags, she made us use it in the bathroom before we were allowed to "get" rolls of toilet paper that were from the store.


Whoever TPed our house last weekend had left a 3/4 roll of paper by the garbage can. Louie asked me what I did with it. "Picked it up and put it in the bathroom upstairs." "You're going to use it?" "Absolutely! It was still dry." Then I thought of my mom and smiled. Perfectly good toilet paper - why throw it away?


I also remember my mom having all three of us girls come into the bathroom so she could demonstrate how to select paper for wiping after tinkling. She removed four - FOUR! - little squares of paper and said that was enough to wipe with. I don't remember exactly how we reacted, but I'm pretty sure we all continued to grab as much as we wanted / needed. Poor mother! Three girls with small bladders - we went through a lot of TP!


With Covid-19 and survivalist hoarders, it's been interesting to try to find TP products. It's easier now than it was in April, but 2020 has been a weird year, no question.

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