On saturday Fernando and I were at the Queen Mary. Our friends Emily and Jesse had gotten married and we were waiting for the reception to begin (blog post to follow). We had toured the ship and taken pictures and were waiting in the lobby. I decided to go by the ladies room. I went into the stall and attempted to hang my purse on the hook attached to the door. I say 'attempted' because I did not succeed. My purse popped open, spilling almost all of its contents onto the bathroom floor. I say 'almost' because one item in particular, my vintage Stratton powder compact, landed somewhere other than the floor. Somewhere awful.
Can you guess where it landed, dear readers???
Its haunted because the Queen Mary is haunted.
Yup. You are correct. My vintage compact landed at the bottom of a public restroom toilet. It even opened on impact, leaving my pretty MAC sponge floating sadly on the surface of the gross water. I cursed loudly, probably scaring the other ladies in the restroom.
I leaned over the comode in a state of shock as a thin layer of powder coated the porcelein bowl. I had just refilled it the night before. Horror is not the right word to describe how I felt.
I debated over what I should do. It seemed to me that I had two, very clear options:
#1-Leave my trusted compact at the bottom of that toilet for some housekeeper to find and uncerimoniously throw in the trash. Talk about being buried at sea!
#2-Fish it out.
I really did not want to leave it there. I've had this compact for about 10 years and I use it everyday. It is not the prettiest compact I own but it certainly is the most convenient. Its nice and light and fits modern sponges. It also doesn't leak like some of my other ones do. Also, I am always sad when I manage to destroy a vintage item that has survived 60+ years. I feel like I have killed an endangered species or something.
So I figured that the only thing for me to do was to fish it out.
I surveyed the situation. My compact was laying at the very bottom of the bowl, completely submerged in water. I was in a public restroom with no tools or anything to get it out. I also didn't want to ask for help because it was too embarrassing. The only thing I reasoned I could do was to stick my hand in that nasty, germ filled water and pull out my now forever tainted compact.
So that is what I did. I was positively grossed out by it but I did in fact stick my hand into a public restroom toilet bowl to fish out a vintage compact. I did, however, and for all that it is worth, leave the sponge. I washed my compact in the sink with soap, making sure to remove all the powder residue. I scrubbed my hands raw with hot water and lots of that foam soap stuff and shuffled out to the lobby. When I told my OCD/germ freak of a boyfriend what I had done he looked at me like I had literally bathed in toilet water. He asked if the car keys had fallen on the bathroom floor. Yes they did. Did I wash them? Yes I had. Ok, but we're cleaning them with the Wet Wipes we have in the car. Ok.
So even though I managed to save my compact I will never look at it the same way again. Its kind of like when your boyfriend cheats on you. You can forgive, but you will never forget. It is completely soiled in every sense of the word.
So again I ask you, readers, what would you do if this happened to you? Or, has something like this happened to any of you and what did you do about it? On the one hand I am happy to have saved a vintage compact, but on the other I will never use it again so it might as well be dead and gone. So even though it was disgusting, did I do the right thing????
You never failed me.
You left us much too soon.
You will always be remembered,
As a loyal friend.