Few moments in life offer a more jarring reality check than realizing you are stranded on a beach campground toilet with absolutely nothing but a cardboard tube and your own deep regrets.
I marched in bold with nature’s call,
The campground bathroom looked just right for all.
Then horror struck—I gave the roll a stare,
It spun once proudly… then offered only air.
I left with lessons every camper should remember:
Always pack spare paper—especially in September!