“I’m down to my last roll of toilet paper.”
“What?” he stared at her, aghast. “Already?”
She didn’t answer. It was the same reaction every time.
“It’s amazing how quickly you go through the toilet paper. I bought two sets—one for you and one for me and still you end up finishing yours and I have to give you some of mine.”
“I’m a woman,” she retorted. “Unlike men, we have to use toilet paper every time we use the washroom.”
“Here’s a suggestion.”
“It’s 2-ply paper. Separate and use each sheet so that the roll lasts longer.”