The woman has some inability to spend money while in the grocery store. She puts stuff in her cart, thinks about it later, realizes she shouldn’t spend the money on it, then takes it out and puts it back. Again, this isn’t really my issue. And who doesn’t stop every once in awhile to second guess their spending choices? But there simply has to be a limit to this madness. And that limit has to be when it comes to toilet paper.
First of all she is unable to buy any more than a four roll package at a time, because something about spending more money on the bigger packages just doesn’t sit well in her messed up brain. Don’t mind that you are actually spending less per roll when you buy more rolls at one time, she doesn't want to hear it, she has no room for logic in her grocery shopping.
So whenever it is her turn to buy toilet paper here she comes, all proud and accomplished, because she has remembered to replenish our toilet paper. But when you only bring 4 rolls, it hardly even counts. 4 rolls is gone in a ridiculously short amount of time. Which has always seemed weird to me, because I’m not exactly in my house the entire day and when I am in the house I’m not exactly going to the bathroom every 5 minutes. So where the hell is all the toilet paper going? I don’t know. I do know where it’s not coming from though. The Roommate.
Another thing? Not only can she only buy 4 rolls at a time or her world will explode, but she HAS to buy the cheapest kind. This stuff is horrible.
You can actually read a newspaper through it. My good god. Someone do something with this woman.
She is not poor. She has no problem dropping a small fortune on sushi and wine. Yet toilet paper? She can’t quite spring for the extra 30 cents it would cost to keep the toilet paper from barely being able to unroll without disintegrating in my hand.
I’ve talked to the Roommate and she knows that she has a problem, which I think makes it even worse.
“I have to show you something, look at this toilet paper you bought, I can SEE THROUGH IT.”
“I know, isn’t it horrible?”
“If you know it’s horrible why the hell are you buying it?”
“I have a problem.”
And that’s the end of the conversation. Because yes, she has a problem, and no, she sees no reason to try to solve it. This is very unevolved of her and I think Oprah and other trained psychiatric professionals would be very disappointed in her being emotionally stunted on this issue. Me? I would just like to go to the bathroom without feeling like I’m using mere particles of air for toilet paper. I’m a simple girl really, I’m easy to please.
Yet, if my roommate really can’t get the toilet paper thing together then there is a small possibility that she can make it up to me in the form of the before mentioned sushi. It seems we both have issues when it comes to spending money on that.