Andreas’ and my apartment didn’t come with a toilet paper dispenser. There were little painted-over holes on the wall where one used to be, but no toilet paper dispenser was there when we moved in last September.

My parents’ house didn’t have a toilet paper dispenser either, so it was no problem for me to just put the roll of toilet paper on the floor to the right of the toilet, easily accessible and convenient for blindly grabbing hands.

Unfortunately, Andreas has this habit of picking the toilet paper up in his right hand, and then setting it down with his left, meaning that whenever I reach for the toilet paper to the right, I find myself groping thin air, before finding the elusive roll resting to the left of the toilet.

For a while, I tried just having TWO rolls of toilet paper out: one on the left for him, one on the right for me. Wasn’t that a clever work around? No need to discuss or negotiate.

Sadly, the work-around did not work. I would still find myself empty handed when reaching to the right, and then when I peered over my knees to the left, I would see two rolls of toilet paper waiting there.

When one reaches for their toilet paper, they like it to be where they expect it, so this issue led to much kvetching and many nagging cries of “ANDREAS! YOU STOLE MY TOILET PAPER!” from behind the closed bathroom door.

After six months of this epic toilet paper battling, in a burst of Newtonian inspiration, I realized that I could simply hang the toilet paper on the wall (on the RIGHT side) with a loop of twine and a thumbtack.

Domestic bliss reattained.