...and then I dropped my wallet in the toilet

When we got back to the EOC and got back into the building, I rushed up to the infirmary to get my wallet and cell phone, which I had left behind in my haste to get out of there, and also to make the bed I'd jumped out of to get out of there.

I got my stuff, dodged the infirmary staff and their new age music, and went to wash my hands (a constant, constant activity).

And, dropped my wallet into the toilet.

My life just kept getting better!