Flushed Away

Well, I have a pretty funny story. On Tuesday, I got up a little later than usual and as a result got to work a little later than usual. I was frazzled because I had a few things that I needed to do before a 9:30 a.m. meeting. I was running around like a chicken with my head cut off and quickly ran off to the bathroom just before the meeting.

To use the restroom in our building, you need keys, which I had nice and handy. I went in, did my thing and the toilet automatically flushed. I grabbed my keys and before I knew what was happening they went tumbling from my hands into the rushing waters of the toilet. Then of course I'm down on the bathroom floor on my hands and knees at eye level with the toilet looking disbelievingly into the abyss because my keys are not there. I could not believe that the force of the water was enough to flush two heavy keys down to the sewers of Chicago. So after my humiliating realization that I just flushed my keys away, I had to promptly report it to my office manager who could not stop laughing over my foolishness. Needless to say he handed me new keys with the wise words, "Don't flush these." Oh me. Daughter.