It seemed like a good idea

We were out of toilet paper. Four days out of toilet paper and I figured I should give in and rescue me and my housemates from impending doom. You can only hold it until you get to work for so many days.

So I stood there, in the toilet paper aisle trying to make the hardest decision of the week: what kind? There was two ply, three ply, no ply; extra thick, extra soft, extra crunchy; 4 rolls, 6 rolls, 12 rolls, 24 rolls.

And there it was, my shining star: double ply, textured, 12 pack. Only $2.49. That is cheaper than Coldstone, people. So I bought it. I felt warm inside; I was doing something good for the whole, I was saving us from impending doom.

Well, I was tricked. I really shouldn't have been--it was only $2.49. These rolls have about nine sheets each. Nine textured, double-ply sheets. I am not kidding when I say that we go through one roll a day. One Per Day.

I feel guilty. I feel as if consumerism got me. That I was eaten by the WalMart RollBack Smile guy and may never recover.

I should just go back to stealing toilet paper from work.