Shit Happens

A lady in Phoenix, wearing a rock, on a ring, on her finger, walked into a restaurant bathroom.

The rock, on the ring, on her finger, cost $78,000.

The ring, with the rock, slipped off her finger and fell into the toilet just as she flushed.

She thought the rock was lost.

But - city workers opened a pipe outside the restaurant, and a plumber brought in a tiny video camera, and the ring was found - and with just an hour and a half of jackhammering and pipe removal…

They were able to rescue the rock, on the ring.

This is the story of a community working together, a story of government and private industry working side by side towards a common goal. This is a story about eight hours and seventy-two hundred dollars to rescue a rock, on a ring, that slipped off the finger of someone who felt that a $78,000 rock would be secure on a finger that was, working in a cooperative manner with other fingers, wrapped in paper that was covered with shit.

And I’m sure the same effort would have been applied, and the same fanfare would have accompanied a couple’s $78,000 mortgage being in peril - Because, surely that house is more important than a rock.

And the moral is to never propose to a left-handed girl. Or maybe the better lesson here is that a rock worth $78,000 should not be put on a ring, on a finger of a hand that will wipe an ass. Or, just maybe, the story is a reminder that we live in a world that is so fucked up that it’s not just stupid – it’s Stupid Deluxe™.

Here’s the original story, if you like…

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