My office recently switched to a new toilet paper, and it's pretty innovative. The manufacturer has, it seems, discovered a way to make toilet paper that is just one molecule thick.
This really makes peeing a thought-provoking experience. Your tentative, gentle grasp punches your fingers through the tissue, simultaneously make one feel like the Hulk with a china teacup and driving home the fragility of human life.
And then there's the adventure of it:
There's only half a roll left--will this be enough to cover my needs?
And coping with menstruation under these circumstances becomes fraught with all the anxiety of the apocalypse.
It does make for great calisthenics, though. I stretch my arm all the way out, as far as I can without tipping over, and then foldfoldfoldfold (haha, fourfold) to achieve something akin to the bare (lol) minimum of adequacy.
But don't blow your nose in it. If there are no Kleenex to be had, I'd recommend using sandpaper before our new toilet paper. It's softer, and you're infinitely less likely to shoot your snot right through it and onto your hands, desk, and any passers-by.
A sneeze would be catastrophic.
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