Wherever I go, and I mean "go", I have to change the toilet paper. Whether I'm at the cottage or the work place, I sit down and notice there ain't any TP - well, maybe a square or 2 and you know that just won't do!

My sister tells me SHE always has to change the toilet paper too. But sometimes we're at the cottage together, so how can that be? If we're the ones who always change it, what is happening in the universe? It's like crossing the streams. How can I always be the one and she is also the one?

I suppose in the end it just depends on what was for dinner.

It's much like conundrum #58: I ALWAYS have to make ice cubes. Why is it that every time I go to the freezer, there's nothing but tiny shards of long gone ice cubes that once upon a time frosted up a favourite beverage. And my sister says SHE always has to make the ice cubes.

It's enough to keep me up at night.
 

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