Funny you should ask, Jullianna. This is a long story, but it's on the subject.
I was just starting my shopping career, so I let my older sister (whom I'll never trust again) "take the helm", as they say. She gave the list a quick glance, and told me we didn't need a basket OR a cart! Only 5 items, she said.
Well, we get to that aisle all guys hate, the one that involves cleaning ones self, and the list requires of us two JUMBO packs of toilet tissue. Not the puny ones mere mortals buy, I'm talking the Doomsday Prepper size.
I opted for the bear hug, one arm around each vast fluffy package. I could barely see over the top. I walked through the entire store that way, looking like I couldn't wait to get home and try it out. A wide-eyed refugee from a chili-eating contest.
I have spent some time thinking it over. I think when it happens again, I'll carry them George W. Bush style, slung under each arm. It's about the best way to rock 48 rolls of toilet paper.
Fortunately, it has been many years now, and the mental trauma...
Has been wiped away.
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