I swear I don’t use any more toilet paper today than I did ten years ago, but it seems like I’m buying it by the bale every time I go to the store. Do you know how expensive that stuff is? If you buy top-of-the-line Ferrari-type paper, you’re spending close to $15. When you consider the product’s intended purpose–its end use so to speak–it’s just ridiculous.
I opt for the midrange variety. It doesn’t have all the extras like quilted padding and lotion, but it’s not 1960s-era Communist-era Russia quality either. It gets the job done, and really, what more can you expect?
While I’m on the subject of shrinkage, let me toss in a few other observations. (Yes, I know that Andy Rooney did this same riff several years ago, but that was before I had a blog. Otherwise I would’ve done it first.)
Also in the paper products category are my beloved paper towels. I am addicted to paper towels. My friend Janine always packs an extra roll when we take our annual lake trip because she knows me way too well. Viva is my brand of choice. Plain white–no little flowers or milk maids, please. The circumference has shrunk by at least two inches in last few years. I used to buy one roll a week. Now it’s at least two, and more if I know I’ll be doing a lot of cooking.
Coffee packages have shrunk. Cereal boxes are full of air. Rolls of wrapping paper spent after two or three presents.
Some things are constant though. A dozen eggs is still a dozen eggs. A gallon of milk is still a gallon. And best of all, a six-pack is still a six-pack.