From page 77, seven lines down:
Hurriedly, I raced to the other bathrooms and discovered that they, too, were out of extra toilet paper and their on-roll supply was at about half.
My first feeling was of failure: How in the world could I let my house exist in this kind of disorganization? This kind of disarray? This kind of disparity? I was expected to leave the house in ten minutes. There was no way I could run to Hellmart and restock before having to leave their tiny hineys to such limited resources.
My second feeling was of quasi-relief: Brian is a resourceful man. He could go buy the toilet paper himself, right? RIGHT? (I’m looking for confirmation here, people!)
My third feeling was of hilarity: Brian would never notice the lack of toilet paper anywhere in the house until he sat down to take his six o’clock poop. Yes, he really is that much of a regular guy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah ... it's more than seven lines, but I just can't wait to share the whole darned book with you!
