Girl for Sale: $20

(I'm a little behind, I know. I'll probably post a couple in a row --- I had a break from school last week which gave me the rare opportunity to waste a large amount of time. I took advantage.)

I found out today that for $20 I will do just about anything.

To give you some background, I "moved" last week from my original room in our 2-bed apartment to the BIGGER room (moving up in the world). Before I could move anything into the room or begin using my new bathroom, I had to sanitize the entire space. In fact, I spent 5 straight hours cleaning every inch of the new space. Just to put it out there - my obsession has nothing to do with the previous owner! The roommate was quite clean and left the room in really good condition - I'm just a severe germophobe at times - especially when it comes to bathrooms. I rarely use public bathrooms - and when I do, I take every precaution to come in contact with the least amount of surfaces as possible. I don't even use the public bathroom that is right outside of my office. I usually opt to walk either to the next building over or trek up to the third floor 'cause those are slightly cleaner.

Well, today I decided to use the gross (and grossly overused) bathroom outside of my office because I was too sore (another story) and too lazy to extend my trip past a 100 meter radius.

Needless to say, as i was reaching to flush the toilet with my foot (who would ever touch those things with their hands?!), my work ID card fell in and sunk to the bottom of the bowl. I need my ID to get back into my office, and I had just replaced the one I lost last month to the tune of a $20 replacement fee. I stared at my ID for a good 2 minutes contemplating my options and decided it wasn't worth it. If I couldn't bring myself to touch the outside of the toilet to flush it - how could i ever submerge my entire hand into it to save a piece of plastic? I flushed.

I watched it go down and turned to go wash my hands. After washing and drying my hands I decided to go back and look to see if it had caused any problems (i'm not sure if you're supposed to flush IDs). Of course it had re-appeared to taunt me. This story grosses me out so I'm cutting it short, but, in accordance with the title of this post I obviously ended up fishing around in the public toilet to retrieve my card. It was inevitable that I would be forced to become intimate with the interior contents of the one toilet I've managed to avoid for three years out of sheer disgust.

I think I took my money-saving practices too far this afternoon.