July 07, 2010
My wife and I had a blow up, knock down, drag out fight the other day, during which the Nordic Warrior Queen brought up every failing and shortcoming of the male half of the species, which I had just recently exemplified with my rude behavior. Why did she do this, you ask? Well, it wasn’t my neglect of the garbage can, or my poor choice of TV program, nor did I kick the dog or yell at one of the kids or drink too much beer. It was something much worse.
I put the toilet paper roll on backwards.
Are you married to one of these? Yikes! You’d think I’d lit fire to the neighbor’s cat and videotaped him running around the yard. Sorry to bring you into it, but I’m asking the question to the whole world now, or at least to the four or five of you who read me: who really gives a shit which direction the paper comes off the roll, as long as it does come off the roll? Please comment, so we can settle this once and for all.
We can talk about the toilet lid some other time.