Today I experienced something new that was a little…well… A LOT…disgusting.
Feeling on top of the world from my awards gala the evening before, I happily cruised down the interstate to Gville. Couldn’t wait to get home to share my success with C. Sunroof back. Singing along with the tunes, I needed something to drink to keep my voice at its prime singing status so I pulled into a gas station. I wasn’t 100% happy with the gas station I had chosen but it looked to be the newest at the exit. I I grabbed my wallet and headed in. Figured while I was there I should probably take a bathroom break. Ya know where this is going right?
I’m still not sure how it happened, but somehow I managed to DROP my wallet in the toilet. OH YEAH. Luckily only “clean” water in the bowl. It almost happened in slow motion. Remember how Seinfeld used to show the “tragic” scenes in slow motion? That’s exactly what this felt like. It felt as though the wallet descended for an hour…from my hands to the toilet. My heart fell to my stomach.
Without any real options, I had to stick my hand into the toilette to retrieve my wallet. I am cringing just thinking about it. Luckily I was in a bathroom with paper towels. Imagine how gross if I had been in one of those dryer only bathrooms.
Feeling really deflated. My moment of grateness was over. Back to regular me. My glam bubble burst…I took my WET debit card up to the counter to purchase a diet sprite. This was definitely a new experience I will not forget and certainly hope to not experience ever again.
I must buy a new wallet…the memories are too painful to continue using this one!