I have been mourning all week the loss of my Clemson class ring. Although this may not seem to be important to some of my colleagues or readers, I have LOST it. Not "misplaced it" or ... "I can't find it"... it is GONE. I know this because I watched it go down the toilet.
"How?" you might ask...
The ring was in my pocket. I reached to flush, and I heard the slight ding of metal in the ceramic bowl. Frantically, I tried to stop it, but let's be honest: there's no turning back once you've pushed the handle. Sheer panic. Our overly caring maintenance guy at school even called the plumbers to see if they could retrieve it by removing the toilet from the wall. Nope. Evidently, we're working with extreme flushing power.
It is LOST, as in gone forever. Of course I can order a new one, but it would always be a replacement. Not to mention the price of gold right now is absolultely outrageous! My husband said he would help me buy a new one for my birthday in August. A slight glimmer of hope.
My biggest fear: singing the Clemson alma mater at a football game with a bare right hand. What will I do when all the alums raise their hand and gently wave ... "O'er the mountain height..." ???
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