Seen That Before

Imogen Howe

hated this store. Everything was expensive and the normal stuff was always out. She thought it was a ploy, but otherwise she'd have to drive across town and back and that would take more gas, and time she thought.

She grabbed the good stuff, triple ply and scented like lavender. She almost puked as she pushed it in her shopping cart.

She kept checking her phone to see if there was another message, something else forgotten.

There wasn't anything or was it bad service.

She went to the cash register.

"That all for you honey. Looks like someone's gunna be busy." And with that the large woman laughed so loud it filled the store.

Imogen's face blushed.

"Ah hah its for my store. So not all for me. We sell coffee so..."

"Then you definitely need this. Honey this is the good stuff too, once you use this once everything else will feel like sandpaper. I swear."

"I'll give it a try thank you."

"Don't thank me, give the guy who made it a call. His name is on the back."

Imogen looked. It was, apparently this was custom toilet paper, artisanal. Crafted by someone named Cal.

Weird Imogen thought.

"I've never seen that before."