This is my husband. Also a vortex for TP. We’ve run out twice since I bought the damned tissue holder, which, surprise, still hasn’t been installed. It’s sitting in a box next to the toilet, for my total convenience.
And when I say we ran out, I don’t mean just the roll. I mean, there was not a scrap of tissue in the entire house. We buy paper products in bulk but still have the “what happened to the paper towels I just bought” conversation on what feels like a daily basis.
This bugs me on more than one level. I was pro-conservation even before it was fashionable, and more than ever since becoming a homeowner. Seeing the amount of waste we make every week (more bags of trash than there are people in the household) gives my conscience a guilty twinge.
I’m no fanatic. I recycle everything I can and I compost, but I still buy double-ply, guilt be damned. Joe, however, is an anti-conservationist. He runs the dishwasher or does a load of laundry for three items. He uses paper towels when rags would suffice. And lately he’s been throwing recyclables in the trash, which to me, is a household sin.
I just don’t get it. To me, it’s such a small amount of effort for such a great payoff. But then, this is the same guy who cannot even put a new roll of TP on the back of the tank when he’s used the last of it.