today i went out for lunch to the family dollar. sad, huh? but i don't want to eat out, have no food at home, and thanks to all the traffic lights being out, going anywhere far from home is a big-time hassle. so i went to the family dollar and got some cereal (i had a choice of froot loops or raisin bran; i chose the latter). i also shopped for other essentials: hangers, some of that carbonated flavored water that i'm always downing lately, etc.
when i got home, i noticed the tag on the hangers said: DRIP DRY HANGERS. meaning, they're metal hangers but coated in plastic so that you can hang damp (i typed that first as wamp) clothes on them to dry.
and immediately i had a flashback to my childhood and understand why i have a fear of running out of toilet paper and, in years, have not done so. what was the memory that flashed back? my mom yelling, "just drip dry!"
i also never am out of hand soap (we never, ever had it) or paper towels (ditto). and when i get sniffly, i make sure to buy the nicest tissue i can find. too many red, dry noses from suffering a lifetime of allergies with only the quickly-depleting toilet paper to dab my nose with.
this is a pretty boring post, but i really am routinely shocked by the way i was raised. just sharing.