Too icky even for me.
I was thinking and thinking yesterday if I should put this down here. And now that I feel the need for a little validation, I think I will.
You see, I lost my favorite earring to a toilet bowl. (Hey Angie, if you ever read this, it's not as bad as what you flushed down the toilet. But it's a close second.)
Here's how. On the way here to rockwell yesterday, I asked the driver, Mang Boy to bring me. It was ma-traffic. And his driving was erratic. I mean, he'd speed up and then brake abruptly. Consequently, by the time I reached the Law School, I was ready to retch.
So, I went straight to the first floor ladies room (after I punched in and left my bag and lunchbox on my desk in our office) to let it go. I went to the nearest stall, saw something icky in it, and switched stalls (don't ask why. I just did.) to a clean bowl. Then, as I flipped my hair to get it out of the way, one of my earrings dropped. The big silver hoop mike bought for me a few months back as a birthday gift kuno. And not even a second later, I couldn't hold it in, I vomited. Just a little. But still, it was vomit.
Sigh.
So I let it go. I mean, it's irrecoverable, right? It's not only in a toilet bowl, there's puke floating above it. My favorite earrings, there's only one left. And it's the bent one (another story). Sad me. :(
Here's the part where I need validation. When I told Mike about it, he asked me why I didn't reach in and fish it out. Huwaaaht??!?! It was in the frikken toilet bowl! It's dirty. He's like, don't you clean toilets? I said, sure, I've done that before, but I use the long brushy thing with the handle. I no where near have to get my hands in the toilet water. And he goes, why didn't you use a stick? I'm like, what's the point, I'll never wear it again anyway! He said, but you can clean it. And I said, NO.
There are limits to my ickyness. I can pick up toads and frogs and insects. I can climb a mountain of garbage. I can wade in flood water. I've done all these things. But I will NOT put my hand in toilet bowl water. Nor wear an earring that has been in there.
So now he's teasing me about not fishing my earring out of the bowl. I still maintain it's worth just buying a new pair. Tama naman ako diba? Diba?
You see, I lost my favorite earring to a toilet bowl. (Hey Angie, if you ever read this, it's not as bad as what you flushed down the toilet. But it's a close second.)
Here's how. On the way here to rockwell yesterday, I asked the driver, Mang Boy to bring me. It was ma-traffic. And his driving was erratic. I mean, he'd speed up and then brake abruptly. Consequently, by the time I reached the Law School, I was ready to retch.
So, I went straight to the first floor ladies room (after I punched in and left my bag and lunchbox on my desk in our office) to let it go. I went to the nearest stall, saw something icky in it, and switched stalls (don't ask why. I just did.) to a clean bowl. Then, as I flipped my hair to get it out of the way, one of my earrings dropped. The big silver hoop mike bought for me a few months back as a birthday gift kuno. And not even a second later, I couldn't hold it in, I vomited. Just a little. But still, it was vomit.
Sigh.
So I let it go. I mean, it's irrecoverable, right? It's not only in a toilet bowl, there's puke floating above it. My favorite earrings, there's only one left. And it's the bent one (another story). Sad me. :(
Here's the part where I need validation. When I told Mike about it, he asked me why I didn't reach in and fish it out. Huwaaaht??!?! It was in the frikken toilet bowl! It's dirty. He's like, don't you clean toilets? I said, sure, I've done that before, but I use the long brushy thing with the handle. I no where near have to get my hands in the toilet water. And he goes, why didn't you use a stick? I'm like, what's the point, I'll never wear it again anyway! He said, but you can clean it. And I said, NO.
There are limits to my ickyness. I can pick up toads and frogs and insects. I can climb a mountain of garbage. I can wade in flood water. I've done all these things. But I will NOT put my hand in toilet bowl water. Nor wear an earring that has been in there.
So now he's teasing me about not fishing my earring out of the bowl. I still maintain it's worth just buying a new pair. Tama naman ako diba? Diba?