You can ask my
husband Norm, he’ll tell you. I lose something about every day. He claims I’m always asking, “Have you
seen my blah-blah-blah?”
I’m pretty sure
there are little invisible munchkins around that take off with whatever it is I’m
trying to locate. They wait until I ask Norm. Then he’ll go to the very spot I
just looked at and he’ll hold it up and say, “Is this what you’re looking for?”
Norm wasn’t around
when I went to the Post Office to pick up something and had two of those light
orangish slips that you have to give to the clerk. I had them sitting on the
console inside my car. I parked, grabbed the slips, my phone and my purse. I
walked ten feet, about ready to walk in, went to put my phone in my pocket and
realized the papers were not in my hand. I looked around, checked my pockets.
Went back into the car to look – maybe I thought I picked them up. No papers. I
knew I picked them up. Called my husband. “I know you’re going to find this
hard to believe, but I just picked up two slips to take into the post office
and now they’ve vanished.”
“Check your
pockets.”
“I did.”
“Check the car.”
“I did. I swear,
they’ve just disappeared.”
“Oh, you’ll find
them.”
Well, I didn’t find
them. I went back inside and rang the bell where you hand the slips to the
clerk and I stated to the man, “From the time I walked from my car into this
post office, I happened to lose the slips needed to get the returned mail. Can
you check for me anyway?” I’m sure the man
thought – poor ole lady and he took down the address and went searching for the
mail. I was able to pay the postage due and leave the post office. I still
never located those slips.
My husband sent me
an email recently titled Lost Keys
and it went like this:
They weren’t in my pockets. Suddenly I
realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the
parking lot. My husband has scolded me many times for leaving my keys in the
car’s ignition. He’s afraid that the car could be stolen.
As
I looked around the parking lot, I realized he was right. The parking lot was
empty. I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that
I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then
I made the most difficult call of all to my husband: “I left my keys in the car
and it’s been stolen.” There was a moment of silence. I thought the call had
been disconnected, but then I heard his voice. “Are you kidding me? he barked, “I
dropped you off!
Now
it was my turn to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
He
retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this cop that I didn’t steal your car!”
And I had to laugh.
I could see me doing that very thing.
Do you lose stuff?
I'm afraid I do. And I usually lose it in plain sight.
ReplyDeletePat
Critter Alley
This winter I have had a rush on losing things. Mostly it has been food stuffs in cabinet. New tins of tea I KNOW are in there...spices....catsup...things I know I have bought, put in cabinets and are now missing. I have dragged out everything on shelves so many times this winter. I am trying to use up things and not buy more. I must downsize so I don't lose track of my life. I always overbought, kept storage, could withstand a blizzard for days. Now it doesn't help to have extras if you can't find them anywhere!!!
ReplyDeleteYes! I got ready to do my taxes, and had everything except three 1099 forms from the credit union. I had everything else and the kitchen sink right there, where I had been putting all tax-related mail until Jan. 31. I was sure I needed to call the credit union the next day, and tell them they forgot to mail out my 1099s, or else somebody stole them out of my mailbox.
ReplyDeleteI looked in my credit union file, I looked in the pile of papers on the end table, I looked in the pile of papers on the coffee table, I looked through two piles of papers in my office, I looked--wait a minute! That was for last years's W-2, which I needed for my son's MIT application, and should have been with my copies of last year's tax forms.
Yes. I lose things.
Yes, all the time. I lose things in my purse. I will hunt in every pocket and in my wallet, and then later--too late--I find what I was looking for... in one of the pockets I searched.
ReplyDeleteMaybe there IS a gremlin. Or those ghosts who do pranks on the living... And maybe your gremlin sometimes visits me as well.
Okay, now that's hilarious. YES! I do stuff like this all the time. I'm always losing something these days, or think I've lost something when it's on my head, in my hand, or stuffed into my pocket. I blame the gray hair. ;)
ReplyDeleteOMG, Lynn...this had me laughing out loud! This would've been a perfect story to enter the Erma Bombeck contest! (I didn't count the words, though....Is it less than 450?) LOL
ReplyDeleteI am just like this, too....losing things, thinking I've lost things, etc.