Buying toilet
paper in this country is embarrassing for me. So silly. It’s such an essential
purchase and yet, I’ve started buying it in the city so that I can hide it in
my backpack on the way back home. And it’s all because I’ve actually seen
people snickering or smiling when they see me walking by with just a 4 pack of Charmin in my hand. (Okay, we don’t actually have
Charmin. I said that for effect. I actually buy the best smelling cheap brand,
Scott.) This is how I figure it: everything I do is noticed and observed. I
could be walking down a street in San Diego with a roll of toilet paper and I
would be just as invisible as usual, but here, they see it and think about it.
So then, I assume they think “jaja the gringa poops” or maybe they’re thinking
that I have to buy tons of TP because everyone knows gringos get
gastrointestinal problems here, which I’m proud to say that I haven’t in
MONTHS, thank you very much! (Knock on wood.) Maybe I’m just being paranoid. Or
maybe I also had my fly down and a kick me sign on my back the times that I
noticed people laughing.
Also
That moment when
you realize all the time you save by not shaving your legs is canceled out by
how much time you spend flossing meat out of your teeth. Said the female Peace
Corps Volunteer who was a vegetarian once upon a time. (I floss my teeth
multiple times a day. True story.)
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