The AirPod. The Lavatory Toilet.

12:33 PM. JetBlue flight U396. Somewhere over New York.

I’m in the lavatory, washing my hands like a responsible traveller.

And then, BOOM.

My left AirPod LAUNCHES out of my ear like a bottle rocket.

One second: smooth Sade vocals. no judging!

Next second: free-falling like a bad stock pick.

It bounces.

Once.

Twice.

Sink. Counter.

And then, because fate is a comedian, it lands directly on the toilet seat.

And that’s when the roulette wheel moment begins.

You know that casino dude who tosses the ball and watches the chaos unfold? That was my left AirPod.

It spun. It bounced. It ricocheted INSIDE the toilet, clinking around like it had money on black 22.

I lunged. It dodged. I reached. Clink, clank, tap tap tap tap tap...

Then, it stopped.

Inside.

Deep inside that dark abyss. The tunnel to airplane Neverland. (Yeah, pun intended.)

I dropped to my hands and knees. The line outside the lav? Growing. You ever notice how it’s always a line when you need to do something weird in there?

Anyway, I squinted. Focused. And there it was a tiny glimmer of white reflection deep in the tunnel of doom.

I had two choices:

Flush and accept defeat.

$250 Airpod pro.

Find a way.

I busted out of the lav, locked eyes with the flight attendant.

“Do you have a fork?”

She blinked. “A…fork?”

“YES. URGENT.”

After a momentary pause, she hands over a plastic fork like she’s seen this before. Respect.

I go back in. People in line are watching me.

Fork in hand. Laser focus.

One wrong move and it’s gone.

By the way, I was the neighbourhood champion of the game "Operation".

I breathe.

Steady hands. No fear. No buzzer

I lower the fork.

It catches an edge.

And then, I LIFT.

Black 22.

HERE’S THE LESSON. (Is Gary V Listening?)

You don’t need the perfect plan. You need action.

You don’t need better tools. You need the plastic-fork mentality.

Business is never clean. It’s messy, chaotic, and unpredictable. Winners adapt.

There is ALWAYS a way, if you’re willing to get uncomfortable.

Everyone wants success.

Everyone wants the win.

But you know what?

Most people walk away when sh*t gets uncomfortable.

They want the perfect tools, the perfect strategy, the perfect moment.

They wait. They hesitate. They flush the opportunity.

Winners? They get the damn fork.

They adapt. They figure it out. They don’t fucking quit.

99% of people walk away. The 1%? They get the damn fork.

Oh, and am I putting it back in my ear?

You’re damn right I am.

After some surgical-grade disinfecting.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A “PLASTIC FORK” MOMENT? DROP IT IN THE COMMENTS.