Several years ago, I was getting ready to send my passport to the Indian embassy to get a visa and had put my passport in the big front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt. I stopped into a restroom to relieve myself on the way to the mail room. In the shuffling over the toilet, I managed to knock my passport out of my hoody pocket directly into the now very used toilet.
I dried it off the best I could and, using my fingernails, carefully dropped the passport into the envelope and sent it off to the consulate.
I still have the same passport and it’s sometimes fun to remember this event when an immigration officer is pawing my passport and giving me a hard time.
Now let’s see who remember this story at the next big keysigning.