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 …
