It was like a finely crafted scene from a Hollywood movie.

There was the click as it released itself from my belt loop, the clatter as it rolled along the ground. The wee teeter on the edge just as I thought that the whole process thus far was so well orchestrated, it then rolled and disappeared with a plop into the murky dirty depths of the drain.

Ruddy pedometer went down the drain and the gig it's to be used for doesn't even start until tomorrow.  Sheesh, at least I have a spare.

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