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Where's the Toilet Paper?

Writer's picture: Ildiko BenkeIldiko Benke


It was our second trip back to my dentist in Cancun. I woke up, as I usually do, around 7 AM, quietly sneaking out of the room so my husband could sleep. First stop: coffee! Temptation Resort has this perfect little corner just for coffee lovers like me. I ordered my usual—a double shot of espresso—and threw in a glass of *jugo verde* (you know, that super-healthy green juice made from a mystery blend of vegetables). But I was still thirsty, so I also grabbed a glass of freshly made watermelon juice. Hydration was the vibe of the morning.


I took a peaceful walk on the beach, enjoying the crystal-clear water. It was just me and the ocean—the other guests were still fast asleep. Pure bliss. By 8, I headed back to the room to get ready for my 9 AM dental appointment. My husband and I hopped into a taxi for the short ride to Avenida Bonampak. No traffic, and we arrived early. Great, right? Well, not exactly.


You see, that espresso and juice combo weren’t getting along. In fact, they were staging a full-on revolt in my stomach. By the time we jumped out of the taxi, I was in a race against time. I sprinted to the third floor, dodging out-of-order escalators, and made it to the dental office—only to find it CLOSED. Oh dear Lord! Could I hold it any longer?


Thankfully the dental office is located in a shoping mall, we remembered seeing a restroom by the food court. I made a beeline for it and, whew, I made it just in time! Crisis averted. But as I settled in, a new crisis emerged. Where's the toilet paper? There wasn’t a scrap to be found—not even a toilet paper holder! I tried calling my husband, but he didn’t hear me. Desperation mode kicked in, and I frantically rummaged through my purse. Success! I found just enough tissue to save the day.


I washed my hands, only to find there were no paper towels either. Seriously? So I did the only thing I could—I shook my hands like a dog, drying the rest on my shorts. As I was leaving, still paperless, I noticed something peculiar: a toilet paper holder... mounted two feet above my head right across the exit door. There *was* toilet paper after all—you just had to find it before you needed it!


Toilet paper holder in Mexico
Toilet paper holder in Mexico

Lesson learned.



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