1/17/2017

Paper Boy

Story Sent in by Marc:

I was at Dina's apartment and we were watching a movie and I went to the bathroom. It was only when I was finished with my business that I saw that there was barely any toilet paper left on the roll. I guessed that she had spare rolls under her sink or somewhere else nearby but she didn't. There were no tissues, napkins, or even towels. Just a piece or two of toilet paper left clinging to the roll.

I called out to her a few times but she didn't answer. So I did my best with the tiny amount of toilet paper I had, hiked up my pants, and then planned to find some napkins or tissues to bring back to the bathroom to finish up. Gross but necessary.

I exited her bathroom and went to her kitchen. There were no napkins anywhere and I wasn't about to use her sole dish towel. I then returned to her living room and asked her if she had any napkins or tissues. She said, "Sorry, I'm all out."

I was in some big trouble. I had tissues out in my car and so I went outside to grab them and bring them inside to use.

Imagine my surprise when I returned to her bathroom to find a full roll of toilet paper waiting for me back in the holder. I finally finished what I had to and returned to the living room to ask her, "Did you just put in a new roll of toilet paper?"

She laughed and said, "In case you went to the bathroom while you were here, I wanted to see what you'd do!" She laughed.

I was put in a very uncomfortable situation all for her sick sense of humor. If I had treated her that way, there'd never be a next date. And so there wasn't.

5 comments:

  1. Always check before you go, dood! Dina knows the deal, and was screening out any jokers who didn't.

    You didn't make the cut, OP.

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  2. Tell me you left, OP. Earn your cookie.

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  3. That's how the toilet paper crumbles.

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  4. OP handled the situation pretty well. He just rolled with it.

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