Because of my bladder condition, I spend some quality time in the bathrooms of every motel room I rent. As a girl, I use the toilet paper every time I’m in there. So I think about that necessary paper…lots.
In 1994 I took a train from Athens, Greece to Sofia, Bulgaria as part of my college-student-backpackapalooza. The train stopped at the border of the two countries for a routine customs check. In addition to taking my boyfriend’s carton of Marlboros, the customs agents removed every roll of toilet paper from the bathrooms on the train. Appalling as it was, I kind of understood. Former communist country, lack of resources and jobs, etc etc.
What I don’t understand is staying in a $100+ per night motel room in luxe Marin county, California in 2009 and being forced to use orphanage-grade toilet paper. It’s gray, it’s scratchy, and it chafes in places I just don’t want to be chafed.
I can’t imagine how pampered I’d feel if every mid-priced motel in the United States cut back on monogrammed bathrobes, dual-layer shower curtains, and beaded throw pillows, then used the savings to spring for some Charmin Ultra-Soft. Maybe even Cottonelle.
(I love Cottonelle. It’s only one-ply, but it somehow manages to be the cushiest TP in the known universe. I have no idea how they do that.)
Do it, Best Western, Hyatt, Mariott, and all you small and beloved indies! Give us that fluffy white toilet paper–it will match so beautifully with your fluffy white towels.