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MysterEcks relates the obvious:
D’oh! And I snuck out without paying! That’s why people were looking at me funny! And I thought…well, never mind what I thought. Suffice to say it was one of those male bonding moments.
Which now makes me wonder: How do they get all those nickels out of the toilet without getting their hands icky?
My Boss at work once got a new cellular phone and
dropped it in the toilet after she used it (the
toilet, not the phone). When she called the
company, they said they didn’t replace phones
with water damage. So she reported it stolen
and got another one.
Aha, I can’t believe this but I have actually had a very similar problem. In my case it was a dime, I never did know how it got there.
We just kept flushing and every now and then it would disappear. Only to reappear in a day or two.
It became known as the recurrent dime. It was there for over a year and was the topic of much discussion amongst all visitors. I eventually moved away. For all I know it’s still recurring.
I quite enjoyed it.
>>>zut wrote: “MysterEcks relates the obvious:”<<<
I’m good at the obvious. Not as good as I am at poker and Stratego, mind you, but good.
>>>Which now makes me wonder: How do they get all those nickels out of the toilet without getting their hands icky?<<<
You know, folks, urine and sweat are the same thing–it’s not Kryptonite. Unless you have open wounds on your hands, I’d say just reach in and get the money. Then you wash your hands and the money–you end up with more money and cleaner hands.
(If aha invited me over to use his bathroom, I would retrieve his nickle and leave five pennies in its place–just to see how long it took him to notice.)
uh uh I’m not going to get it…let’s get mikie he’ll get it, he’ll get anything.
I’ll take it out, aha, under one condition: You buy me a brand new 56k modem that is compatible with my pc. If you agree, that nickle is outta there. 
still cheaper than my plumber
I’ve had this idea for a great invention for years, urinal toys ! Like a little propeller that you can spin with the stream, kinda like a pinwheeel. Anyone reading this has my permission to patent this idea and enjoy the great riches to follow.
About the nickel, just reach in and grab it out. Anybody that’s raised children has done it many times, mostly for toys and clothes. I do throw my kid’s toothbrush away if it falls in, though.
When I was in grade 4, somehow my glasses fell into (but didn’t go down) a toilet in the girl’s room at school. I think I was pulling my hair out from under the earpieces. Anyway, the custodian got them out, because I was too squeamish. I washed them with anti-bac soap from the nurse’s office. Surprisingly, not too many people made fun.
Wonko The Sane: “…it’s just a nickel.” You’ve no appreciation for the value of money.
Personally, I think the nickel gets more gross every day. That is if you use that particular crapper regularly (a good quality pun that one, feel free to use it anywhere you like.)
This situation reminds me of two movie scenes at the same time. Remember in Shawshank Redemption when Tim Robbins has to crawl through 1/2 mile of raw sewage to escape prison? That’s just gross. The other movie has a scene where this guy is going on about his ass pennies. That’s gross too.
What happens if you have guests over and it disappears? You won’t know which one did it and you’ll be forced to be revolted by each and every guest in attendance. This predicament is going to ruin your social life if you don’t do SOMETHING.
MysterEcks said
I’d write a check, throw it in, trading it for the nickel.
A new idea occurred to me.
- Get the nickel.
- Keep it on your person until needed (see step 3)
- When someone really irks you, pay them with it.
- Next time you see them, tell them where you kept it for a week.
- Smile quietly to yourself.
The nickel was still there this morning. It is heads up, yesterday it was tails up.
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Well, not really, we ARE talking about retrieving money from icky places, right?
When my dear eldest daughter was 2 years old, she managed to swallow, in one gulp, a nickel and two pennies. (Long story.) X-rays showed them quite clearly, nestled comfortably there in her belly. The pediatrician said, “Go through ALL her poopie diapers for the next 10 days, searching for coins.” Guess who got to do that?
After 10 days, only 2 coins had turned up, so back we trooped for more x-rays, which revealed no more coins left in the internal coin box. The doctor shrugged and said, “Well, you must have been less than thorough in your search.”
Duh.
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This is uttery poetry. If I had half a mind, I’d dump the jar of nickels I have down the toilet then proceed to do that Mexican Cooking Theme Week I’ve wanted to do for years and then give all my change to those that irk (great word, needs to be used more.) me.
Fortunately, I’m fresh out of half a minds. I’ve about a quarter left and it ain’t fresh.
Aha, the more I think about it, the more I am beginning to think you are a pantywaist, but in the nicest sense.
Hell, just last night, I had to fish out of the bathtub a log that my son silently released.No grunting, no jubiliant shouts of " I did it." Just cut it and went to the deep end. He’s no dummy. It was a 10, out of 10, on the gross factor.
But it gets worse, this is not the first time I had to go fishin’ for Baby Ruth’s. The first time it happened, was when I was taking a bath with him. It registered at 2000 on the BARF-O-TRON.
Oh, I gotta agree, Shirley! Wonko is wonderfully deviant. I wish there was something in my toilet that I could secretly give away…
>>>Doctordec wrote: “I’ve had this idea for a great invention for years, urinal toys ! Like a little propeller that you can spin
with the stream, kinda like a pinwheeel. Anyone reading this has my permission to patent this idea and enjoy the great riches to follow.”<<<
About 20 years ago my uncle bought “Potty Pot-Shots,” which was a toilet toy–paper battleships, which you sank with your trusty machine gun. I suppose you could have dropped bombs, too, though that would have been a blind attack.
(I tried “Potty Pot-Shots” once, but my battleship sank as soon as it was launched. Damn lowest bidders anyway.)
>>>samclem wrote: “I’d write a check, throw it in, trading it for the nickel.”<<<
Under the circumstances, a gift certificate to Denny’s might be more appropriate.
Shirley,
The maddest I ever saw Mrs. Jesus was when our son did that for the third morning in a row. What really pissed her off was that all he would do was grin about it.
And you’re right…right to the deep end. But I look at the bright side of the whole mess…they’re close to the drain.