I think my housemates think there is a toilet paper fairy. For the zillionth time it seems, I bought a huge brick of toilet paper and put it in our upstairs bathroom because we’ve been completely out for several days (who knows how long; I’m not home all that much to notice). I spool up One of Twelve in the upstairs bathroom, and two days later… the remaining company of 11 squeezably soft soldiers has been
decimated reduced to about six. Seriously, who can use 5 rolls of toilet paper in two days, especially when they’re never home?
Yikes. It pains me to accept the possibility that my housemates are so cheap and/or lazy that they are actually hoarding toilet paper.