Five Routine Minutes: Strangers With Toilet PaperPosted: October 22, 2012
I looked in my rear view mirror. The man in the truck behind me had several things on his dashboard. One of them was a half roll of toilet paper. They’ll give anyone a driver’s license these days.
Should we have to share the road with a driver whose digestive system is so unforgiving that he can’t make it to a place that has toilet paper?
If it wasn’t distracting to him, it certainly was to me. I had to wonder how awful it must be to ride with someone with that problem.
The brakes would yank the truck to a stop on the side of the road. He’d grab his toilet paper and use the truck to hide himself from traffic. Bewildered, I’d stay in the truck. I’d look in the mirror, trying to figure out what was going on. I’d soon find out.
He’d get back in the truck as if what he just did was normal.
Stuff to clean his hands was not as prominently displayed. I have to believe he didn’t have any.
Fortunately, I don’t know the guy. He’s out there. He’s probably not the only one driving around with toilet paper.