Three Seashells
I’ve recently made the decision to switch the household from toilet paper to flushable wipes. I was in Ralph’s and about to purchase the extra soft cotton sort (not the single ply I grew up with; thanks dad) and drew a line in the sand. I know some people feel weird about purchasing toilet paper. I’ve never been shy and have been perfectly comfortable grabbing the corner of that plastic wrapping on an eco-sized bag of Scott’s extra-soft. But, buying a big, baby-blue container of ass wipes feels a little weird. Everybody buys toilet paper. However, I’m distinguishing myself as a man that prefers to give his bottom a bit of extra TLC.
The cashier exchanged me a knowing look as he took an extra moment to evaluate the container that would soon reside in my bathroom. It felt as each of my items were under additional scrutiny. We exchanged the slightest of nods as we were both forced into deep thought of the ramifications and responsibilities of such a move.Do I have to tell people I’m going to make the switch? Inform them that I no longer am using dry wads of paper and have henceforth upgraded to moist toilettes? Do I have to answer the flush-ability question and in turn subject myself to the reciting of explicit tales of plumbing disasters?Presently, my biggest concern is sanitary safety. If you imagine the process from unbuttoning of the first button to hand washing, there are a lot of steps involved. There are far too many potential contact points, rife with danger. And who knows with some people popping that plastic lid all willy nilly.
In the end, I think I’m going to have to keep a foot in both worlds. I’ll continue to support traditional paper and those that prefer a more soothing experience.
I love Rob Schneider’s scummy laugh in this clip:
https://youtu.be/rBI8uCKi2lI?t=27s
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