PA-PLAYA They put this huge, cumbersome plastic Citadel 5 feet away and down around your ankles. Harry Houdini would struggle with this thing.
And the toilet paper never hangs down from the bottom - you literally have to stick your arm up this thing and hunt for the end of the roll, which is somehow magnetically attached to the roll itself. It's like I'm trying to change out a fuse in my dashboard panel...
And then you're required to spin the wheel of misfortune around with your aching fingertips until you can locate the end of the roll, upon which you then delicately and painstakingly try to pull down without tearing, and out comes this flimsy inch-wide trace paper rope that I'm supposed to wipe my ass with.
I am literally laughing out loud! Great post. I can just feel it now. hahaha
