“Honey!” I shout and immediately, I can hear a pair of big feet padding down the corridor to outside the bathroom door.
“Yeah,” my adoringly-cute-yet-sometimes-silly husband says.
“What is this?” I pull on the padlock next to the ridiculously thin one-ply toilet paper, letting him hear the “ching ching” sound. “And what are we? A truck-stop bathroom? What’s up with the one-ply roll? You know I like the three-ply.”
“Sorry, darling, they were all out of the other stuff. The padlock is to prevent the kids to taking the roll and use it as bowling ball. Blame the store, honey.”
(100 Words)
Needs must . . . At least the kids will stop bowling with it. 🙂
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That’s the bright side. 😀
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This made me laugh! Great story
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Thank you.
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The household must be full of surprises.
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Must be.
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One-ply is useless. I can’t imagine the frustration of having it padlocked!
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I know, right? They are so thin that it practically feels like one is wiping his or her behind with his or her hand.
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Yup. Yuck.
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Humorous … Be Safe 😷 … Isadora 😎
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Thank you. You too.
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I feel so bad for everyone in this story. Funny story to read, but I would not want to be a character in it!
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Me neither. 😀
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Time to pick the lock 😂
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😂😂😂
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