We had been there about an hour and a half. The inevitable happened. Nature called, but because this coffee shop is in the mall there is no CRs (comfort room) in the coffee shop, thus requiring a trip out into the mall to track down one of the CR's there. No big deal, that's pretty normal and this mall is really nice and new.
I left my friend in the coffee shop to dutifully keep watching over our computers and "valuables." Upon entering the CR it dawned on me I wasn't carrying any toilet paper, which is always a responsible thing to do in a foreign country. Then, it occurred to me that this is a well established place and they would probably supply some in the CR. I passed 5 school girls who were taking up the entire counter and mirror and entered a stall. Immediately, I realized there was no toilet paper there. What a conundrum. I headed back out, but my pride was far to big at this point to even consider the reality that they probably hadn't even noticed me in which case it would be possible to grab some toilet paper from the dispenser. Instead, I washed my hands...right next to the toilet paper dispenser.
Yup, that's right. If you are in a public restroom (CR) it's very likely there will be a central dispenser near the sinks, but nothing in the stalls. Well, I left. Embarrassed, I went down to tell my friend (both girls appreciate these thing having lived in foreign countries). We laughed and told each other embarrassing stories. In the end: by the time we made it back out, well, we had to go to three different CRs before finding one that was stocked.
Just a cultural moment that one must laugh at. Why was my pride so injured? Because it's pride and that's what it does. Now it's a good laugh and a lesson learned.