The toilet paper in the bathrooms at my job is getting thinner and thinner. I suspect they may have done this in incremental steps to keep us from noticing. I am unclear on when this campaign actually began. What I am clear on is the extra effort needed to harvest enough toilet paper to take care of business. Now you cannot even rip off one thin malnourished square. And, it’s held captive in a large plastic contraption, with access granted only from below through a small window. This is almost impossible. This forces me to do my signature move in these situations; the upside down tarantula on a treadmill. It’a just as it sounds, my hand like a spider running quickly on the surface of the roll to get the toilet paper to unroll into my other hand waiting below the treadmill. Pulling on the end only results in small pieces falling off, and I’m not the first this is happening to, so says a pile of scraps of toilet paper under the plastic contraption that greedily alotts this cheap fragile toilet paper.
So, my tarantula runs like wild upside down on her treadmill, spinning a web of fresh clean toilet paper behind her. I capture her gifts, and wonder what my next move will be to counter the toilet paper campaign here at work. Soon, I may be traveling around with my own roll, just like camping.