The Dropsies

Men ask the age old question, "Why do women insist on going to the restroom in groups?" And while there are a plethora of answers, we don't want to go alone, we need to borrow a lipgloss, feminine prod., gum, it's polite to ask if the other women in the group want to join, we're talking about you... The real reason we travel to the WC together is for support. On a typical night, this means moral support. (How does the back of my hair look? Is there anything in my teeth? Can you zip me up? you get the idea).

Recently, I leaned on my bathroom mates for support in an unexpected way; to help me out of a dirty situation.

I happen to be wearing a beloved fabric cuff with a magnet closure on this particular night. In the process of doing my thang and redressing, the magnet decided to give out and plop... fell right into the bowl. This is clearly a problem for a couple reasons. The obvious threat of clogging and the fact that a cloth cuff has now been drenched in something quite unclean, and thus ruined for life. I have absolutely no idea how I would have proceeded had I ventured into the bathroom by myself. However, since we females never travel to such a place alone, in shock I turned to my friends for advice on what to do next.

Without blinking, Jamie stepped up and fished, yes, fished, my cuff out of the toilet. Through my hysterics I was faced with the difficult decision of what to do next. Although the cuff had been saved by Jamie, given its exposure I would probably NEVER wear this piece of jewelry again. The cuff's fate was sealed to the trash can, but luckily the restaurant's plumbing was saved.

Thank you Jamie for doing something I didn't have the guts to do!

I couldn't help but laugh in awe of the situation, while Jamie did my dirty work

Into the trash it goes :(

Katie helped with artistic poses. Art is an important element in life for anyone working through a difficult time.

Post Script: This problem of dropping valuable items in undesirable locations seems to now be a theme with me. Just yesterday, while exiting a bathroom stall, my keys fell out of my purse and right into the toilet (clean bowl this time). I really hope this doesn't continue. I'm keeping a very close watch over my purse valuables, cell phone, and Gatsby (he doesn't know how to swim yet) until the problem ceases.