I’m pretty sure whoever invented toilet paper for restaurant public restrooms is a masochist.
I make a point of squeezing one off before I go to work, in fact, I schedule in an extra 10 minutes before I go to work so I can enjoy Charmin* (Best in the Bizzo). Like Tide* (Best in the Bizzo). Why f’ck around with half-rate? It cracks me up that we go head over heals where I work to make sure your experience at our establishment (food and service) is top rate, but if you drop the kids off at the pool, you are gonna pay! I told someone long ago, if I ever opened an eating establishment, it would be top-notch, all around. TP, Spit cups, wet towels, nude girls, what evah! Don’t do one thing and skimp on the other. If I am eating the best piece of cheesecake known to man, I want angels wiping my ass, not woodworkers.
S. L. Ehrisman (c) 1/21/12