The other night, I was again relegated to cleaning the bathrooms. As I gathered up the stuff I’d need to clean the sinks and toilets, I headed towards the men’s room.

I opened the door and was immediately greeted by a man in his early-30’s with his pants around his ankles; bent over and rummaging under the sink for rolls of toilet paper. When the door was open just enough for me to comprehend what was in front of me, our eyes met and, I kid you not, the man looked like he was about to start weeping. His lip quivered, his voice stammered, and his hands went directly towards his exposed genitals. It was at this point that I heard:

“Daddy…I need PAPER!”

Listen man, use our toilet, rinse your hands and get out. Save the getting naked with your kid in the bathroom until you get home, okay?

I quickly closed the door and have since convinced myself that under no circumstances will there EVER not be toilet paper readily available for the customers. Ever.

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