
If you are a reader of my daughter Wendy’s blog , you’ll remember that I recently spent about 9 weeks in the states helping my younger daughter after a rather serious injury. In fact, I’ll be going back to Texas in a couple of weeks, but that’s another story. While I was gone, a new custodial contractor took over duties in my office building. When you deal with the lowest bidder (this is the government, folks), you often get what you pay for.
At one of our first management meetings after I got back, some of the women were complaining about the quality of the toilet paper. It’s no secret that we men don’t need to sample the TP as often as the ladies, so I was clueless…but I checked it out. Folks, this isn’t the fleecy white TP that graced your mother’s bathroom. “Recycled sandpaper” was one description. I’ll let the picture speak for itself, and I’ll learn to wait until I get home.
Retired-Ed