As noted in a previous post, Mr. YnB tends to be anal about certain things. I guess that is a side effect of being somewhat of a perfectionist. It does get on my nerves at times, but being somewhat of a perfectionist myself (but not nearly to the same degree) I am sure there must be times he feels the same about moi. (NO...that can not be.)
Anyway, on to the story. I will probably label this post under "rambling" because it will hold absolutely no value, which you will agree with, once you've read it in its entirety, assuming you will actually read it all the way through.
Last night Mr. YnB pulled me into the powder room where there is a closet that he stores newly purchased toilet paper. See, Mr. YnB decided a few years back he would take on the responsibility of finding the best sales on our favorite brand of TP (I think this might be because his initials are actually T.P.) So, whenever he is in a store that sells this most important product, he will check out the isle for sales. Of course, when he does find a deal, he'll load up with a few dozen rolls, which brings us back to "the closet". Once at home, TP (okay Mr. YNB so as not to be confused with the product TP) rips off the plastic wrapping around each bundle and neatly stacks them on the top shelf of the closet. Finally, back to where I am now standing with him in the powder room. "Look" he says. "See how close the top roll is to the ceiling?" "Yes" I said. "See how many TP rolls are stacked?" "Yes" I said. (There were 5 in a stack) "Well, I used to only be able to stack 4." he said. "Oh, really" I said. "Do you know what that means?" he asked. Since this didn't take a genius, I was able to figure it out quite quickly. "They shortened the width of the roll." I said.
And they thought no one would ever notice.......
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