December 7, 2007
I was having dinner with my friend J awhile ago, and somehow we got on the subject of her nephew–whom neither of us can believe is sixteen (because that makes us fricking old).
She was telling me about what a sweet guy he is, and how much he begged his parents for an iPod for Christmas last year. He's also a bit of a klutz.
Apparently, after begging for and getting one of the iPod classics, he was carrying it around in the front pocket of his hoodie. You know, the muff-like one where the left hand can see what the right hand is doing?
Anyway, I guess he had to use a public restroom, and he was in the stall (no need to go into detail) and he stood, turned, and flushed.
And just as he looked down he realized that…there went his iPod. Swoosh! Flushed away. (You know how powerful those public toilets can be!)
Poor kid. Not only did he have to tell his parents he lost a multi-hundred-dollar electronics device…but how. Yeowch.
That brought to mind a similar experience of my own. (Here's where the 'fess up comes in.)
Same sitch: I was in a public restroom, turned to flush, water went down all was clean and pure and I reached for my purse and carkeys–which had been hanging on a hook on the wall–and the keys flew out of my hand and splashed and clunked. Right into that pristine white bowl.
The worst part about it was that my electronic car door opener was on there. Fried. Totally useless…and it's for a late model BMW, so I can't get a new one.
The good thing was–well, there were two good things. First, that I'd already flushed. (Whew.) Secondly, that the little key drive that I keep on my ring–with my current work in progress on it!–didn't happen to be on there at that time. (Double whew.)
So, I emerged from my latrine calamity fairly unscathed–except that now I have to fumble with my blasted keys to get into my car when it's raining/snowing/dark/cold/windy, etc. Argh.
All right. I'm not calling this Friday 'Fess Up for nothing. Got a story about a latrine calamity to share? Here's the place to do it! Come on, give us all a laugh this crazy Friday.
December 7th, 2007 at 11:51 am
After I started college I lost about 15 pounds any my class ring was suddenly loose. I never bothered to get it resized, just “paid attention” to make sure I never lost it. Figured that would be plenty of insurance to make sure I didn’t lose the thing.
My sophmore year of college a friend and I went to eat a Wendys for supper one night because we didn’t feel like facing the cafeteria.
Well, I went to use their restroom before I left. I reached to flush I apparently felt the need to flex my fingers, and off slipped my ring. Unfortunatley, I didn’t realize it until I hit the button.
I never have replaced my ring. The don’t even have that same style anymore!
December 7th, 2007 at 12:27 pm
Hmmm…I know I’ve dropped toothbrushes in the toilet before. Although I’d love to gross everyone out by saying I reused them, that just isn’t the case…they always go in the bin.
I’ve dropped my keys in my house toilet before. Other than that I cannot think of anything exciting..sorry!!!
December 7th, 2007 at 5:14 pm
Well, this isn’t really a calamity, but since we were sticking with the latrine stories….After I graduated high school I went on a 10 day trip to the USSR (which it was at that time). While there the food did not agree with me, food poisoning extreme. Needless to say, the facilities were not what I was used to. Suffering an acute attack i was shown to the public toilet; a brick shed out back with holes in the floor. Luckily it was split with a wall down the middle for boys and girls, because at 17 i was not ready to share that kind of experience. Oh, and needs must the hole did get used
December 8th, 2007 at 8:35 pm
This isn’t a calamity either but thought it fairly interesting (or maybe it’s just interesting to me…). Anyway, I used to have dreams all the time about being somewhere unfamiliar — it could be a big building, a neighborhood, a college campus — even a whole city. And, in the dream, I desperately needed to get to the bathroom but I didn’t know where it was (and there was always just ONE). I had to get directions and it was always very difficult to find and to get to (locked doors, fences, wrong directions). FINALLY, I would get there but, when I did, it was absolutely too dirty to use. And then I’d wake up. Over the years, I analyzed these dreams and finally came to the conclusion that they were about wanting and getting — about how sometimes I’d want something but, when I finally had it, it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. And, after that, the dreams stopped.