I just walked into the shitter and as I opened the door some poor bastard in the stall dropped his toilet paper and it rolled out under the door. I heard him looking for another role, but his whispered "shit" let me know he was out of luck. I stood at the stall willing myself to piss faster to try and avoid the "Uh, hello? Could you..." that I knew was coming. But the man remained silent. I finished up, tucked in, and washed up, still no pleading request from the man in the stall. I was very proud of him. It takes a real man to refuse asking another man for help, certainly when he's faced with using his own hands to wipe his ass or walking around the rest of the day with shit coated drawers. A real man indeed.