During the process of me moving out of his apartment, he makes me the offer, “You should take the rolls of soft toilet paper.”
“But they’re yours. You’ll use them,” I tell him.
He says back, “No, that’s okay. I have the regular kind. And I don’t want to be that guy…”
“What … guy?”
“That guy that keeps 2 different types of toilet paper in his apartment.”
I don’t take the toilet paper with me, and I don’t respond.
* * *
Scrambling to replenish my supply, and to suppress my regret for not having taken his offer, I did purchase 72 rolls of soft toilet paper last week.