Confession

I confess.

I have walked into the bathroom--first stall--on multiple occasions. On each trip, right before I assume stance, I realize there is no toilet paper. At which point, I do what most women have done in this same situation.

I slyly glance toward the door to detect any movement.

None.

I listen.

No intruders near.

When I feel it's safe, I then quickly shuffle to the nearest porcelain throne.

I'm home free. This time at least.

Do I learn from my mistake? No. In fact, I have done this at least five times.

The only thing reason I haven't reloaded the dispenser: Knowing the other two in the office are probably frustratingly repeating the same scenario.

Everyone needs a sense of humor. I just employ mine at work.