Way back when, when I was in college, I joined a fraternity (stop me if you've heard this before).
We were unlike the other Greeks on campus, being the only group to go co-ed when the college went co-ed (by my senior year, we billed ourselves as a "co-educational, non-discriminatory alternative housing arrangement"). Plus we weren't part of national organization. So, poor. When we had our House Meetings, entry was allowed under one condition: bring a roll of toilet paper.
Just now I texted my father, who still lives in SmallVillage near the college and asked him how the toilet paper situation was where he is. Later today he's sending me a care package of two rolls. Not because I'm poor or can't afford my own: because I can't find any here. It's been two weeks with none on the shelves. Same with tissues, paper napkins, wipes and diapers. However, if you need paper plates there's an abundance.
And because if you can't laugh, you'll cry: