August 10, 2002
My dad used to have this yellow straight comb he got during the Vietnam War. He brought it with us to the states. One day I was rummaging through the medicine cabinet for something. My brother was flushing something down the toilet. I accidentally knocked the comb from its shelf. It bounced off the sink into the toilet at exactly the moment my brother flushed. It disappeared before I could react. When I told my dad, he said he’d that comb for 18 years, and left. I don’t think I’ve ever disappointed him as much as I did that day.