Sign of the Times?

I recently purchased a case of toilet tissue for the shop. Yesterday I went to place a new roll on the holder. Noticed something odd about the new roll, and at first, I could not for the life of me figure what was wrong.

Then it hit me, the new roll seemed narrower. Said, to myself, nah...just dreaming. Took the old roll's cardboard middle section from the waste and measured it. Sure enough. Yes, I'm that anal.

The old roll measured 4 7/16th. The new roll, 4 inches.

Now I don't know why this bugs me so much, but it does...pay more for the product and receive less. It's a friggin rip off. Sign of the times...yes, in my humble opinion.

Quilted Northern, by the way. Buttholes.

Stephen 

The Late Call

Came in just before I locked the door. After I answered the phone the caller said, "I heard you buy guns."

I said, "Yes, but much depends on the type and condition, and you're asking price."

"I gots two." His words.

"Okay, what are they?" Silence. I waited, patiently I might add.

"Ah, I don't know."

I took a moment to think about his answer. Asked again, "What kind of firearms do you want to sell?"

Tick, tick, tick.

Caller said, "I'll bring 'em down there and you can see."

Have you ever felt that little tickle begin to finger your spine....get an uneasy feeling of 'this isn't kosher'. Like that...

I replied, "Why don't you wait until tomorrow. It's late and I'm about to shut it down for the day."

"So, you want me to bring 'em in?"

"Sure, tomorrow morning."

Click.

Standby.

Stephen