Stranded!

You know it well... that helpless feeling that comes over you when you are doing your bathroom business, and BLAMO! NO TOILET PAPER! You scour the defenseless little bathroom for anything...anything at all. You know there is a plentiful bounty of TP in the upstairs bathroom, which haunts you all the more. The mozarella-looking torn shreds of paper that grace the floor infuriate you. It could have been! Darn those kids. Frantically, you turn toward the poor little paper toilet roll, in its' shabby brown cardboardness...and curse it for having only an inch of white available. It is no match. There, like a shining beacon, the beautiful abundant Kleenex box...thank God...you stretch to reach it from the vanity...and to your horror...empty... Now as the sweat beads, mind dizzy, legs numb, you wonder, "Will I ever find resolve?"