Room service brings condiments in tiny bottles. I find this very amusing for some reason and as a result, I am starting to develop a sick collection of tiny bottles of ketchup and mayo. I have way too many parrot shaped soaps now. I own way, way too much oatmeal bath soap and aloe hand soap... and countless tiny bottles of shampoo, lotion, bath gel, and mouth wash.
I must be stopped.
Now for the really embarrassing confession: I always take home the spare roll of TP when I pack up and go home. This minor compulsion was borne of being totally out of TP at casa de Teets. The place was completely TP free. I'm out of town all week and Myra is domestically challenged and has deep issues with stocking bathroom supplies. So I took home a roll or two of nice new individually wrapped rolls of toilet paper. Now I have about 6 or 8 rolls. I'm thinking I'll never have to buy the stuff again.
I've got to stop with the little soaps and bottles of stuff though.
At 80-110 bucks a night, the guest has purchased the little soaps and bottled goodies. I don't take things like towels or small appliances. I only take the little things that are mine with the price of the room.
Let's face it. I'm not going to stop taking the TP. I get a big thrill out of knowing I am packing home a brand new roll of toilet paper. How does one get to this point? I feel happy in the knowledge that I'll probably never run out of TP again, until I retire or get a stationary job.
Sometimes I'm a sick little monkey.
Here comes a radical change of topic:
There is a guy who wants to "hook up" with me. He's a nice enough guy, but he looks so much like my ex that it is just absolutely unthinkable. No way in hell. He has less chance than a retarded albino gorilla. I am contemplating telling him the rank truth. I'll make it a little nicer than that though.