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The other day at work I went downstairs for my usual morning tea cigarette break taking my wallet and, of course, my cigarettes. On the way back to work I needed to go to the toilet. Now the toilets I usually use at work are the creme de la creme of office toilets. Seriously, it would be worth working there for the toilets alone. The upstairs toilets are like individual ensuites - each a seperate room, ensuring a civilised level of privacy, with a ledge containing the funky, square hand basins along one wall. The only decorator sin being the full wall of the mirror. There is no reason I can imagine that you would ever want to see yourself whilst using the toilet.
Anyway, in my pressing need, I decided to use the more pedestrian downstairs toilets. These are your garden variety row of flimsy cubicles.
I walked into the cubicle and realised there was nowhere convenient to sit my wallet and cigs so I balanced them precariously on sloping lid of the sanitary disposal bin thingie, next to the toilet. That was fine and dandy until I stood up.
I heard the plop and the splash. Without hestitation I plunged my hand into the bowl to rescue the cigarettes. Being an optimistic kind of person I hoped that the plastic wrapper around the packet, combined with my ninja-like reflexes had enabled me to save them in time. But no, they were saturated.
I did think about drying them out but, you know, that wasn't just water.
I will be honest and say that even then I thought about it for a millisecond. Hey, do you have any idea how much cigarettes cost nowadays? And it was almost a full packet.
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