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I Am Not Using the Reusable Toilet Paper at Your House
No, no, no, no, no
My spouse and I were at a game night sponsored by our hippy, dippy friends. They have attended many game nights at our home, but this was the first time we attended theirs. They are good enough friends that we call them “hippy dippy” to their faces, and they call us “OCD engineering nerds”.
We all laugh because that is actually the definition that matches each of us. We are friends because opposites attract. We also have big fun together.
We drank and laughed with the other people there. They had Taboo, Handbanzs, Trains, and Pokeno, so there was something for everyone. My husband went to the bathroom. When he came out, he looked disoriented. I walked over to see if he was ok.
He says, “You need to go to the bathroom.”
I ask. “Why?”
He tilts his head and looks at me. “You’ll see why,” he says.
To avoid making it obvious, I play a game of Headbanzs and then go to the restroom. Oh, my. There is no paper toilet tissue in the restroom. A little sign is above a container that points down says “Reusable Toilet Paper.” Another sign reads, “Put used cloth here,” next to a black bag hanging near the clean container.
