A few minutes ago, I left my humble cubicle to partake of my office facilities.
As I was standing over the toilet doing my bidness, something splashed into the bowl. I looked, and at first thought it was a dime. But it wasn't. It was the button to my jeans [stupid cheapo A&F button-fly jeans!].
I was faced with a dilemma:
Flush or Retrieve.
If I flushed, I would have to go buttonless for the rest of the day.
If I retrieved, I would have to stick my hand into a urine-filled toilet bowl.
What to do? What to do?
What would you do? What would you do?
What did I do? What did I do? [Is there an echo in here?]
Well, I stood there for a moment.
Debated the pros.
Debated the cons.
Took a deep breath.
GAH! I STUCK MY HAND IN A URINE-FILLED TOILET BOWL TO FISH OUT THE BUTTON TO MY JEANS!! GAH!!!!!
I, then, waddled over to the sink and scrubbed my hands with lots of soap under steaming hot water for AGES!
I feel dirty.
Have a good weekend! *smooch*