There it was a tiny ball of paper against a tremendous biohazard.
Oh I wasn’t out out, as Gigi and I say, just out on the dispenser. In fact all I needed to do was lean over, grab a roll off a cabinet and reload. But then I’m stuck with an inaccurate load.
First I have the little wad at the end of the roll in my hand and now I try balance the wad with the new roll.
But to add to the pressure is Gigi’s insistence that I put the roll on a certain way. We use white paper so it doesn’t matter to me but it does to her. I can’t ever remember if she like the roll to flow over the top or out from the bottom.
