One NYE my partner found me drunk and sobbing on the bathroom floor. Convinced him I was just missing my mum. I'd actually just realised that if we always put new loo rolls at the front of the cupboard, the ones at the back could have been imprisoned there for years.
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"ah, the inefficiency of a FIFO queuing model."
What a sad old cunt I am.
"That inventory management system is just going to lead to wastage."
FFS.
Sometimes people ask me why I'm single - in large part because of this bollocks.
Should this go viral and I become known for my failures above my triumphs, I shall take comfort that at last my virtual life mirrors my real one.
Some say sad. I say organised.