Stockpiling or the Toilet Paper Story

I have been laughing and telling people how Ken was a pack rat – not that I am not one – and how just now, over a year after his death I was down to the last five rolls of toilet paper he had bought.  It did not fit in the closet, but was piled on the upper floor by a shelf.  As the Japanese would say, a toilet paper yama (mountain).

Yesterday at the co-op I saw this package of toilet paper deeply discounted.  And I bought it.  Was I  carrying on for Ken or is my true nature coming out?!

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