As a newborn, I don’t know everything, but I suspect that bath tissue doesn’t often get the spotlight.
We are a single-use, disposable commodity. For the work we do, we get no respect. Is asking for an occasional “Thank You” too much?
I contain the Salt of the Earth. You contain the Root of All Evil. Wanna go out for coffee?
We’re dating ourselves, but we’re co-chairs of the John Denver Fan Club, and . . . (wait for it ) . . . Sunshine on Our Shoulders Makes Us Happy.
We sunbeams have to be gymnasts–performing aerial feats to bridge gaps, making flawless 90-degree turns, and finishing smoothly. We always go for GOLD.