I was telling everyone thanks for the help but it was going to be ok and that we should all stop the effort. Her fastidiousness and resolve kept me calm. Meanwhile Katie and I searched the floors, drain, etc… sometimes with the lights off because she said that was helpful to see the shining on the lens. So Rose started the excavation on the pipe, working over a towel and an ice bucket to pan the sludge. Next we focused on the disconnected pipe. We collected it in an ice bucket and searched the runoff. We first ran water through the faucet to flush it. Once the pipes were off we started the excavation. (Katie let me know that she had also had contacts since she was 12 like me so she knew how devastating this was.) My husband as Rose took turns on the plumbing to get the pipes undone. She immediately got down to the ground under the sink to take a look. (It was a Sunday morning) Rose had some very big metal tools. They explained that the maintenance guy wasn’t there right now. Just a couple minutes later there was a knock at the door. The lady that answered said she’d call me right back. I tried to calmly explain what had happened as I panicked. My husband suggested I call the front desk. We just stopped for one night- en route from MO to ME- In the morning as we were getting ready to leave, I dropped my (gas permeable special order) contact lens and heard it hit the porcelain and leave sight. We don’t know Katie’s roll at the hotel but I’m assuming she’s on her way to the very top! Thanks again ladies, we’ll certainly never forget! Lovely ladies. Post script: Turns out Rose was the breakfast lady! We were like ha we missed breakfast and she saved us some (she recommends the sausage biscuit) Then she told me to take a banana for my husband because he looked a little shaky. Then, like a beacon in a storm, Katie came over with some sludge in a coffee filter, poking at something with a coffee stir stick and saying, “Is this it? Is it shriveled up?” I examined the specimen incredulously at first and then with a mix of stun, horror, and amazement I pushed my finger down into the muck and there it was, cupping to my finger like my good little lens: The Contact.
8.25km from Freefall Trampoline Park We just stopped for one night- en route from MO to ME- In the morning as we were getting ready to leave, I dropped my (gas permeable special order) contact lens and heard it hit the porcelain and leave sight.
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