“A private investigator, hired by the town officials, has to find the thief who steals toilet tissue rolls from public buildings.”
– a prompt for this week’s CW piece.
“Is there any extra toilet paper in your bathroom?” – my co-worker asked, entering my office.
“Actually, there is” – I answered, figuring out that the public restroom down the hall ran out of TP.
Armed with a roll, she walked out and I proceeded to focus on my work, trying to dismiss the image of my female co-worker voiding her intestines forming in my head.
“Can I brush my teeth in your bathroom? It’s so much cleaner than in the other one” – she asked another time.
“Go for it” – I replied, standing up a little bit taller, honored to have a personal bathroom at work.
“Thanks. I’m going back to my office” – she uttered while exiting my office after a few minutes, with a roll of toilet paper in hand.
“Is the other toilet out of toilet paper again?” – I asked out of curiosity, wondering if I had to launch a complaint with the main office.
“No, I ran out at home, and I forgot to get some the other day when I was shopping” – she replied as if it was nothing.
To save her the embarrassment, I smiled and nodded sheepishly as if I understood. She promptly left, leaving me to shake my head in disbelieve. What poor planning skills.
“It can happen to anyone” – a voice in my head said.
“Yea, what if it happened to you?” – another voice joined in.
“It wouldn’t” – I answered sternly.
“But what if you REALLY had to go and there was only one square left…”
“ENOUGH!” – I exclaimed and shooed all those thoughts away.
“I’m going to grab one of your toilet paper rolls” – she announced without a hint of embarrassment.
“You forgot to get it while shopping again?” – I asked a bit irritated this time around.
“Nah. I’m just overdrawn on my checking account and I only have enough money left for a pack of cigarettes and the hair appointment tomorrow. My favorite wine was on sale yesterday, so I had to get six bottles.” – she answered almost proudly.
“Do you like my nails?” – she asked extending her fingers and showcasing her fresh manicure.
Meanwhile, the company we worked for kept losing money. And they wondered why…
If the company hired a private investigator in time, maybe both of us would still have a job.
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