I’m just curious. How is it that someone who has a college degree, and can explain the intricacies of megabytes and gigahitawhatevers until my eyes roll into the back of my head and I fall to the floor, cannot seem to finagle the above contraption.
And btw, a new fresh roll was within reach.
Is this a gender issue? Or another attempt to ground my very last nerve right into the cheap linoleum. Just wondering.
(Postscript: I sit here with egg on my face. Well, it’s actually on my plate. A very indignant Fiddledaddy just informed me that it was not him who perpetrated the crime. After interrogation of other family members, and torture that even Jack Bauer would be proud of, Emme confessed. I promised Fiddledaddy I would print a retraction. And then bury it on page 6.)