Who Is The Red Flash?

the new brazillian cleaners at my work have gone the extra mile with toilet paper. i’m usually the first person in in the morning, due my exceptionally fast bicycle, and i change from my superhero costume into my workaday disguise in the bathroom. i’ve noticed that, ever since we have had new brazillian cleaners (i’m not actually sure that they are brazillian, but i like to image them as happy, tropical types unable to stop the samba as they go about their duties with a sunny disposition) the morning presentation of the toilet paper in the gents has taken a dramitic turn for the better.

as you can see, they’ve taken to to folding the end of the roll diagonally upon itself, and (here’s where the genius lies) then tucking the now sharp corner back around the remaining bulk of the roll and into the carboard tube at the core of the roll (and there’s a whole other post in determining what that tube is actually called). it’s a little bit of unexpected refinement that brings great joy to my mornings. i don’t work at the ritz, but there’s no way i could return to mornings being greeted by a ragged, unruly length of tissue, flapping in the breeze and mocking my own satorial attention to detail. so bless you, whoever you are, your eforts have not gone unnoticed, and i hope that as you leave our decrepit office in the chill of predawn, your morning’s work complete, you go home with your head held high, satisfied, proud in the knowledge that you have made a difference, and the world is a tucked corner better than it was yesterday.