I’ve often heard the phrase “that’s money down the drain.” It’s not supposed to be literal. It’s an expression like…”Who’s your Daddy?” (Which people say even when they know perfectly well who your father is.) Tell that to my toilet. I was rushing to get ready for a wedding reception, and was late as usual (see my “Marriage-a-Thon” post in the June Archives if you don’t believe me). I’ve decided to stop blaming myself that I’m always late to these kinds of things and just accept that the fact that tardiness to wedding receptions was coded into my DNA at birth.
So I was rushing, and in the process of changing pants I threw everything from my pockets onto the bed. I went to the bathroom to visit the toilet and as I was flushing, I noticed something fall into the swirling water. “What’s that,” I asked myself casually. Then I noticed it was green and looked like money. Oh Crap! It was the $10 I had just gotten from my debit card not 15 minutes before. And there it went, down to wherever toilets take your bodily waste—which is to San Bernardino, I think.
Looks like when I was tossing everything out of my pockets, it got stuck on the very edge and flew out as I reached to flush. I’ve used pay toilets before, but this was ridiculous. Most expensive trip to the bathroom ever!
6 comments:
that sucks, man. it could be worse though! remember when you lived in the shingle house and jarom broke the toilet off the base? hah. good times.
Oh yes. Jarom broke many a toilet. He cracked seats at the Glenwood, the Shingle House, AND the 570 House. Jarom is the supreme expert of toilet-cracking technology.
By the way, who is this? I can't tell because you posted anonymously.
this would be gina, the straight-haired neighbor.
Fabulous. Hopefully you still have straight hair -- or else my whole world will come crashing down.
fear not. it's still very straight.
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