Bachelor's Apartment

For once D got out of work before 8, which meant we had more time to hang out before we both wanted to pass out. I got there around 7:30. I'm still not sure if eiter of us knew what to do with all that free time. We did the usual, talked about our days, he watched something on the stupid OJ debacle and drank. Then he decided to take a shower.

I decided to use the bathroom before he did, knowing I would regret it if I didn't. Living with three boy and growing up with two brothers I always make sure that there is toilet paper before I go. There wasn't. I looked in the usual places before I had to bother D.

"You're out of toilet paper!"

"Seriously?" He really was perplexed.

"No I'm lying, I just wanted to hold it longer."

He went to all the spots I already checked, then to his closet. I proceeded to look through the kitchenette for any scrap of material that could be used as toilet paper, but came up with nothing. Not even a napkin or a lone tissue.

He lookes helplessly at me.

"How do you have nothing!? Now I'm the one who's perplexed.

We both eye the table full of magazines, and I shake my head and wince.

"I'll have to run and get some." He decided. The night is already flying by, he still needs to shower.

"No, you shower, I'll go get some. Where do I go?"

"Its pretty far." and he names the corners. I grimace. He's right, it is far. I laugh. "Maybe I'll just go steal some from the Taj." I'm referring to the huge fancy hotel around the corner. His eyes light up.

"I dare you!" He yells.

I start to protest. The Taj is nice with a capital N and has big, huge door men.

"Don't be a wuss." He starts with the peer pressure. "C'mon, you can do it."

"I'm not going in there, I look like a bum." I was in jeans and a t-shirt and his flip flops for the long walk. Not former Ritz dress, which is what the Taj used to be.

"Where's your daring!"

"Stop trying to get me to do things I don't want to do!" I laugh.

With that I leave. I first stop at my car. Nothing in there either and I make a mental note to stash a roll in there for the future. I turn the corner and walk past the Taj. I do hate to turn down a challenge, but the Taj was just too much. I couldn't do it. I walked past quickly, eyeing the scary bouncers and turned the corner up Newbury street. I had a plan B.

I was just going to get napkins from the Starbucks. I walk in and immediatley I feel guilty. I grab a bunch of napkins and then buy a water. I AM a wuss. I basically paid 1.89 so I could go to the bathroom. I decided that since I was there I would take advantage of the restroom and real toilet paper. I tried to pry the roll off the holder in the bathroom but it wasn't budgeing. I sit down and look up. I could have sworn there was a light illuminating the cupboard that my eyes fell upon. It was seriously fate. The cupboard, which you could plainly see was typically locked, was wide open and flaunting its contents: about two dozen rolls of toilet paper.

I debated a few seconds before grabbing it and squishing it into my bag. I made my way back to D's and chucked the roll at him.

"You went to the Taj?!" He was very excited.

"No, Starbucks."

"But you stole it?"

"Well technically I bought a water."

"That's great!" He laughs.

"You're a bad influence on me. I'm a good girl!" I protest.

And then he proceeded to prove me wrong.