Back in 2020 at the height of supply chain shortages and COVID pandemic hoarding, I lived in Savannah, Georgia while attending SCAD for screenwriting. None of the supermarkets could keep toilet paper on the shelf. One day, I found a small stack on the shelf at the rich people’s store on Skidaway. I was stoked when I drove home with my purchase. I had the music on and the windows rolled down. But, when I brought my big package of TP in, my wife immediately ordered it returned. “What were you thinking getting lilac scented toilet paper” she waved. “It smells so bad!” After I showered and regrouped, the smell hit me fresh. It was terrible. When I drove back to the store with my receipt, the store manager informed me they had adopted new return policies on toilet paper and would not refund the purchase.
I was stunned and walked my grocery cart and TP back toward my car when it occurred to me that I couldn’t take the TP home. I left the cart and walked back to try and negotiate a trade for like goods. That also didn’t work. When I got back to the cart however, the unattended TP had been stollen. The cart was empty but my heart was full. Admittedly, it was a mixture of comic irony and spite that my heart was full of. I’m imagining the cycle of TP shunting continues.
My friend Doug and I watched it last weekend, and I gotta tell you, I think it would be an amazing Broadway Musical! That main musical sequence about at the halfway point mesmerized!
Toilet Paper Rustlers
Back in 2020 at the height of supply chain shortages and COVID pandemic hoarding, I lived in Savannah, Georgia while attending SCAD for screenwriting. None of the supermarkets could keep toilet paper on the shelf. One day, I found a small stack on the shelf at the rich people’s store on Skidaway. I was stoked when I drove home with my purchase. I had the music on and the windows rolled down. But, when I brought my big package of TP in, my wife immediately ordered it returned. “What were you thinking getting lilac scented toilet paper” she waved. “It smells so bad!” After I showered and regrouped, the smell hit me fresh. It was terrible. When I drove back to the store with my receipt, the store manager informed me they had adopted new return policies on toilet paper and would not refund the purchase.
I was stunned and walked my grocery cart and TP back toward my car when it occurred to me that I couldn’t take the TP home. I left the cart and walked back to try and negotiate a trade for like goods. That also didn’t work. When I got back to the cart however, the unattended TP had been stollen. The cart was empty but my heart was full. Admittedly, it was a mixture of comic irony and spite that my heart was full of. I’m imagining the cycle of TP shunting continues.
My friend Doug and I watched it last weekend, and I gotta tell you, I think it would be an amazing Broadway Musical! That main musical sequence about at the halfway point mesmerized!
I mean... if they can do it with Spiderman....
I think that was the heart of the movie and it really tied both halves of the story together. Glad you liked it, buddy.