Toilet Paper Airplane

My two week resignation period is almost up. Over the past week and a half my interest level in my current position has plummeted. The customers I was once so patient and understanding of, have grown to unnerve me. Their questions and incessant worrying has become a pain in my ass. Each passing minute I suppress the growing notion of walking out of my office and never looking back.

Today I was fortunate enough to have a bowel movement at work. I had rather spend my time sitting in community bath than speaking to the moronic public. As I sat relieving myself in the handicapped stall, the bright white roll of toilet paper caught my eye.

Side Note: I usually take the time to enjoy nature’s process.

I wondered to myself, what kind of origami shape came be made from the cheapest, roughest paper in the world. I began to think of the days when my father taught me how to make paper airplanes and wondered if I could hit the back wall I was facing with a Toilet paper airplane. I took two ply’s and began to meld it into a beautiful specimen my father would have scowled at. Seeing as how it is the shittiest toilet paper on earth, it does not hold its shape with great longevity. I made it work and somehow was successful in hitting the back wall.

…( no need to comment on the next proceedings)

As I made my way back into the office I noticed my boss and a customer, accompanied by her son were in the lobby chatting. As I glided through the lobby I greeted the customer and placed the key to the restroom back upon the front desk. I stood in the lobby as the conversation proceeded and just before the customer was about to leave the small child looked in my direction and said, “Is that a toilet paper airplane stuck to your shoe?”