Last night I had a dream, or nightmare, that the toilet was clogged with toilet paper and the trash can with overflowing with a huge pile of the used tissue. The paper covered the floor and I stood in the middle of the mess, horror-struck and confined to the small space.
Here in Argentina they don’t flush the used toilet paper. Instead, after wiping, they throw it in the trash can. This has been a difficult concept for me to grasp. I suppose after 21 years of practice, I’m very good as flushing the toilet paper without much thought.
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