Kitchen Roll Complacency
don't you just love the delight of the new roll? "hey, it's a new roll, i'm gonna use 2 sheets - no, fuck it, i'm in a good mood, lets make it four" you think to yourself. oh the joy... you dry your hands with it... you make origami whilst wating for the kettle to boil with it. but that devil may care approach only leeds to premature kitchen roll anxiety, despair even. you get towards the end of the roll. you dry your hands on the tea-towel, you wipe things up with a cloth and get your hands wet. you look longinlgy at the last sheets, wondering if it's one or two left - and if the last one will tear when you pull it off. you dread that moment when you have to use it, making it sopping wet, regreatting your prior slack attituse, and finally build up to the dreaded task of getting the other one out the packet. still, new roll and all that, you can use as many sheets as you like... just make sure you get another pack soon tho, otherwise it's KITCHEN ROLL ARMAGEDDON.
