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?
