August 28, 2009
That when you stroll quickly into a stall at a fancy hotel to relieve your innards, that the roll of toilet paper on the spindle gets bumped as you reach to paper your posterior. Then this same roll squirts across the floor and far away from your perch. THEN, the hotel experiences a power outage and possibly even a municipal disaster – locking you in the stall, with your pants down, in a deserted hotel. Paperless and powerless.