So I'm walking into an assisted living community near Sacred Heart.
I'm carrying a 12-pack of toilet paper.
A guy who works there sees me and notices what I have under my arm.
"TP Man," he says.
I smile. I've been called worse.
In fact, I sort of like the sound of it. Makes me think of a lesser comic-book hero.
But let's not speculate about what TP Man's super powers might be.