Every Day

Me: “Give it up.”

Large Institutional TP dispenser: “No.”

Me: “I just want some TP. You’re a TP dispenser. So, dispense already.”

TPD: “No.”

Me: “C’mon, I’ve spun this roll all the way around twelve times, both ways. I don’t understand how I’m supposed to even…”

TPD: “No.”

Me: “Look, I’m just a guy trying to get back to his work week. Let’s get this over with, and move on with our lives. I’m not asking for much. Frankly, I’ve been quite reasonable. Now… Give. Me. The. TP!”

TPD: “No.”

Me: (pause) “OK… please?”

TPD: (long pause) “No.”

Me: “You have one job! ONE JOB!!!”

Hey, Flipper

Me: (through bathroom door) “Glad you’re enjoying your long bath. Time to wash your hair.”

Danger Monkey, age 9: “No, hair washing comes at the end.”

Me: “Yes. This is the end.”

DM: “It feels more like the middle.”

Me: “End.”

DM: “Now I’ll never know how long it takes to turn into a dolphin.”

Me: “There’s always tomorrow night.”