Come out of the bathroom stall, watch me walk in there, and don’t bother telling me there isn’t a stitch of toilet paper left. Not even that last glued-on half a square at the end of the roll.
May you feel the wrath of toilet paper karma one day when you have the worst shits of your life and not even scraps floating around on the floor or stuck to your shoe.
Umm…I agree that the person who neglected to mention the lack of toilet paper is a putz who will surely soon be rapped smartly about the head and face with the Million Pound Karma Hammer….however…
I deduce form your level of vitriol that you didn’t notice the lack of paper until it was…um…too late. You don’t always look first? When the kids have already been dropped off at the pool, it’s a little late to start looking around for life preservers. (Or some other poop-themed analogy that makes sense.)
Thank God for toliet seat covers =)