Are you one of those that believes things happen in threes? You know, celebrities seem to go in threes. sidenote: if i were a celebrity, i would start worrying when my comprades started to go. after all, i could be next.
Things just sometimes happen in threes. Could be coincidence, could be not.
Yesterday morning, while drying my hair, i leaned across to the Husband's bathroom to ask him something. Something caught my eye as it flipped through the air.
It was a picture my father in law took, in the early 70's. It landed safely on the sink. However, the name badge he wore when he worked for the Walt Disney Co., wasn't so lucky.
It plopped smack dab in the toilet.
This is the third time i've had something flop in the can. Twice at work, i've had my company badge do a one and a half with a twist (i'd give that dive a 9.0, Mel) in the bowl.
Thankfully, it's happened after the flush.
The first time, i seriously considered leaving the badge in there. Then i realized that it would probably cause a clog, and since my name & picture are on it...well...i'd better go fetch it.
i'll tell you this: my arm has a mind of its own and did not want to go toilet diving. i made up to my arm by scrubbing about four layers of skin off, then gave it a good soaking in anti-bacterial hand gel.
Imagine my joy when the same thing happened a few weeks later.
i've gotten smart. Now, i take the bloody thing off before i go answer the Call of Nature.
Then came yesterday.
Again, at least it was a clean toilet, but still. Gross.
So this time, i got a hanger out of the closet & fished it out. After a refreshing bath in rubbing alcohol, it was ready to go back to its rightful spot in the knick-knack shelf in my bathroom.
Three times the charm, right? This could be the end of my career as a toilet diver.
Or i'll just secure all loose items before boarding. Happy Friday.