I stood staring at the toilet, for what felt like an hour! Did that just happen? That didn't just happen.... But. It did.

I still stood staring at the toilet.... hmmm.... Do I dare. Yes - I did. I stuck my arm as far up the drain as it would go... which wasn't very far, thanks to an S curve pipe. I think I actually stuck my arm up there three times or so before I gave in to the fact that my keys were gone.

I left the stall and went out to the bench where Kevin sat waiting.... "Come here quick" - with an urgency in my voice. As he quickly followed I yelled over my shoulder how I had just flushed my keys down the toilet. He later told me that for a 1/2 a minute or so he thought I was joking, until he saw the tears running down my face. I don't know what it is I thought he could do about it, but I led him to the front of the woman's bathroom and told him my story. He just kind of looked at me with probably the same look I had when I watched the keys go down the drain... "We're f'd" was all he had to say. Me.... I still did not want to admit it was over yet. I went to the maintenance crew who had looks of disbelief, which quickly changed to looks of "no way I'm taking that toilet apart", quickly insisting that there aren't traps on the toilets. The keys, they said, were forever gone! One little old man did start to put on some gloves, bless his heart (gee I wish I had had those).

Back out to the car I went... Hunting for any possible spare set (ya right) in wheelwell's, behind the plate... any possible magnets get-ups? Nope.

My boss, who I bought the car from about 4 yrs ago, saved a set of keys. Could I possibly get them flown into the rest area via a FedEx airplane? Highly doubtfull.

Then I remembered the trusty locksmith. I called the 24 hr emergency locksmith man, who promptly came and took my steering wheel apart and made me a key.
$125.00 later (Thank you Kevin)! I was on the road again.... just couldn't wait to get on the road again!