We had TP from the last time we purchased it — we tend to buy in bulk from one of the warehouse stores a few times a year. It’s amazing how long 48 rolls of TP will last. But all things come to an end, and we were nearing the end of our collection, so this morning, there was only one must-do item on the agenda: get toilet paper.
I headed to the Publix down the street just before seven. “Get there when we open at seven,” a cashier had told K a few days earlier, so that’s what I did. Only to discover that in the intervening days, they’d changed their hours and were now opening only at eight.
In the meantime, I went to a couple of other stores just in case. Nothing.
It’s the second international crisis, a crisis of inconvenience (and incontinence, I suppose).
I returned just before eight to find several people waiting outside. The doors opened and we all headed to the same aisle. There was a fair amount of toilet paper, and everyone could get two packages, but I decided one twelve-roll package would last. “Let’s not behave like the other people who caused all this,” I thought.