A couple days ago, we were driving out of our neighborhood when we passed a house that had been tp'd (That is toilet papered). I have to say that whoever did the job was pathetic. The yard had about 20 trees in it, but only 5 or 6 had any toilet paper in them at all. The trees that had been hit seemed to have only 1 or 2 rolls at the most. It just looked sad.I wonder why such a poor display of tp-ing occurred. Was it the economy? People just couldn't afford to spring for an extra jumbo pack or two. Or, was it because this current generation just simply doesn't know how to tp a house.
Whatever the reason, it made me feel bad. I felt bad for the tp-er. If the word got out, about how bad of a tp job they did, they couldn't show their face around town any more. The humiliation would be awful. Then, I felt bad for the victim of the tp. Someone cared about you so little that they only used maybe 1 jumbo pack for your entire yard. Again, just sad.
3 comments:
Oh, Scott. Your passion for excellence in TP technique causes me to take a deep breath (sigh) and to take a step back and try to understand a point of view that is so foreign to my own. You see, I have little tolerance for pranks that require clean up and effort on the part of the person who is the object of the prank. I love humor and letting people know they are appreciated by pulling a thoughtful prank is fine, but it shouldn't involve massive clean-up. Sometimes, less is more. A massive TP mess to clean up would not make me feel loved. It might bring out a side of me you don't want to see.
Mim, for me growing up, if you tp'ed someones house, you liked them. Nothing vicious or mean spirited at all. The better job you did and the more effort you put into it, the more you liked that person. My great uncle coached our church's women's softball team. Every year, at the end of the season, they would tp his house. It became an art form. And, he loved it. He knew that the girls cared about him and that was their way of celebrating a great season.
I get your drift, just remember that's not MY love language (:
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