So I pulled it out of my pocket, but then I didn't know where to put it. I needed my hands free to take care of unfastening my pants and such. I didn't have any shirt pockets, and the clip had broken off, so I couldn't just clip it to my clothing. For some reason it didn't occur to me to just set it on the tissue dispenser. Instead, I stuck it into my bra.
There I sat, the pen wedged precariously in the front of my bra. It wasn't a very good place for it, but I figured it would work until I could put it back into my pocket when I'd finished. It worked fine for awhile, until I leaned forward to begin standing up.
You guessed it -- I felt it slip, I heard a chink, then I heard what I'd most feared: a dreaded splut. I stood up and looked around to see the pen floating in the bowl.
I stared at it. There was an fraction of a second where I wondered what to do, then the decision was made for me. The toilets in my office building are "hands free", you see, and when I stood up the toilet began flushing all on its own. Before I could do anything, the pen was sucked down.
It disappeared without a trace. I stood there helplessly for a good 60 seconds, staring at the fresh bowl, fully expecting the pen to come bobbing back up. It didn't.
I'm amazed that the plumbing was strong enough to completely swallow a fairly large ballpoint pen (unfortunately one of my favorites, I might add). I hope it doesn't damage anything -- but even if the toilet does clog up, I probably won't be admitting that it was my fault.