Paper towel politics

Carmen dragged me to Target this morning because she needed “a few things” and didn’t want to go alone. Three hours later we’re back at my place with enough toilet paper to supply a small hotel and she’s lecturing me about brand loyalty while sorting through our haul on my living room floor.

Paper towel politics

Apparently I’ve been buying the wrong paper towels for years. Who knew there were so many strong opinions about absorbency rates and perforated edges? Carmen’s now standing at my breakfast bar giving me a full presentation about why the store brand is actually superior, complete with hand gestures and everything.

The paper towel lecture continues

Jake’s going to come home to find our apartment transformed into a Target warehouse. At least Carmen helped carry everything up the stairs. Next time I’m definitely shopping alone – or at least setting a bag limit before we leave the house.