Potty Talk

I feel like a little bathroom talk tonight. Today I accidentally dropped Blair's electric razor in the toilet while he was showering. I was a little nervous to tell him because he seems to think that I have some sort of disability when it comes to electronics. I don't know why he thinks that. There was one insignificant occurrence a few weeks ago where I spilled an entire glass of milk on the laptop keyboard, wiped off the milk, and went on my merry way. I didn't think Blair would notice. To my horror he called me at work the next day asking why the computer smelled like a stinky baby and why it was showing an "i" when he typed "z"...Good thing we bought that insurance at Best Buy. I thought we would need it in case the kids ruined the computer...

Let's get back to the bathroom talk. What I really want to know is what you would do in the following situation. Several months ago when I was still working at XanGo, I strolled into the ladies room after lunch. After doing my duty and pulling up my trowsers, I heard a plop. I turned around to see a golden nugget, my visa debit card, taking a swim in the murky waters. I for one couldn't bring myself to rescue the golden nugget. I closed my eyes, flushed the toilet, and prayed that it would make it down the drain. Everything seemed fine until a few weeks later when I walked into that bathroom again and saw a sign that said "Out of Order". I never fessed up to the XanGo facilities people. I just hoped that my name would have miraculously been worped off the front of the card when they found it lodged in the drains.

So my question for you is would you rescue your debit card in a public restroom toilet or would you flush it like I did?