*Lill arrives home*
Jill: Hey, you just missed my mom.
Lill: I never miss your mother Jillian – and the announcement was unnecessary as her visit is obvious.
Jill: *Raises eyebrow* Oh?
Lill: Besides the lingering scent of her perfume, which I suspect is drawn from the lifeforce of several unwilling young men, there is a mountain of toilet paper, Kleenex and paper towel in the entrance way.
Jill: *Sigh* What is it with post-menopausal women and paper products? Is it a fear of running out? The lure of cent-saving sales? Preparation for the apocalypse?
Lill: One of life’s great mysteries I suppose…
Jill: Hmm…what should we do with all of this?
Lill: Well, the storage locker is already stocked to capacity and we’ve got enough stashed in the hall closet to last until Christmas.
Lill: You read my mind.