I am obsessed with Poo Poo Paper. It combines my love of sustainable (and expensive) products with my almost as intense appreciation of pretty, textured paper. In fact, I already have an unopened package of it somewhere in my craft area, that I will probably never open for fear that whatever project is just not worthy of how special this paper is. So today, I visited a Hallmark store that was going out of business and EVERYTHING was SIXTY PERCENT off and I was full of EXCITEMENT, even before I found a bunch of stationary sets made of elephant crap!
I was working with my most hilarious client, he who came up with the nickname Juicy Mango. This is how it went, I swear to gods:
Me (pointing at information sign): See, it’s really totally made of poop. Poo poo paper. But it’s not gross, it doesn’t smell and I think it’s beautiful. Isn’t it cool?
Him: Really? Yeah, it is cool.
Me: I’m just trying to figure out how much paper is in here. It doesn’t say. I wonder how many sheets are in it?
Him: Sheets, ha. You mean how many shits in it?!
Without a beat. After we laughed together at an inappropriate volume in Hallmark for a good five minutes, I said, “Michael*, that wasn’t appropriate to say but I don’t even care because it was so clever.”
I LOVE HIM.
*obviously, not his real name