Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. ~Sir Authur Conan Doyle
Yesterday, it was big relief to see the A/C repairman. My favorite guy, for that day anyway. After he fixed the A/C he came to the door expecting payment, which I gladly, ever so gladly tendered without hesitation. He was my hero for the day.
I came back inside, put the receipt down, put the wallet down, and then went back to work. Happy that the house was starting to cool down. Ahhhh. Sometime later, let’s call it an hour, I needed my wallet because I was going to go out and do a little bit of shopping.
I’m a creature of habit and 99% of the time, place my wallet in the same place. I went there. It wasn’t there. Hmmmm. I looked in all of the usual places, but no dice. Vera had just come back in from her trip to Dallas and was sleeping in one of the downstairs rooms. I didn’t want to disturb her. As I could find it nowhere else, I waited, sort of. I continued to look. Upstairs. Downstairs. Here. There. Everywhere. No place else that it could be other than in the room with Vera. Waiting …
Some hours later, she awoke. I told her about my lost wallet and proceeded to turn the room upside down looking for it. No wallet. Double Hmmmm. Where could it have gone. In the meantime, Tony had come home, gone upstairs and went to sleep. I thought, maybe, just maybe, he picked it up by accident and took it upstairs with him. More waiting.
When Tony woke up, I asked and he said no, he didn’t pick it up. He knew that his own wallet was in the car. Damn! OK. So, he started helping me look, as did Vera. They came up with some wacky suggestions of places to look. The funny thing is, I had already looked there.
Tony: Did you look in the refrigerator?
Paul: Yep. Already did. Took most everything out and looked. Looked in the freezer, too. (Subscribing to the truth in the quote above).
Vera: What about the trash?
Paul: Yep. Both inside and out.
Tony: The backyard.
Paul: Been there. Done that … even though I hadn’t been outside. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 
OK. So, after about 30 minutes of steady searching, I hear from upstairs:
Tony: Hey, Pops! Here you go.
Paul: You found it? Where?
Tony: Ummmm. Remember that I said that I didn’t pick it up. I guess that I did. It was in my room.
Paul: Thank you!
Now, I would love to show you a photo of his room, but it is rather embarrassing. Just imagine a landfill … I would never even think of going in there in search of something. I might not be heard from again.
So, you see, I did put it in the same place as always, on the kitchen counter, and for whatever reason, he picked it up, took it upstairs, placed it in the, umm, landfill/room, and had to discover it later. Lucky for me that he found it, or it would have been lost forever. I ain’t goin in that room!
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Thanks, Paul. That was my good laugh for the day.
Did the same thing with my keys yesterday. I KNEW I had seen them in my purse, but after looking twice – nothing. So I grabbed the spare, two kids and went out to do my deliveries. I had the other kids home searching high and low while I was gone. One even dug through the trash because my keys had been in my hands when I through trash away the second to the last time I remembered seeing them. I thought I was losing my mind.
When I returned home five hours later I found them.
In my purse.
huh
Whadda ya know.
Slime covered kid was not happy with Mom.
That’s funny. Normally, kids don’t seem to mind rooting around in trash, though. It was nice of them to help.
I know, it was a pain for you, but this is exceedingly funny
It was certainly funny … after the fact. However, during the time that I was looking in the refrigerator, I did release a little giggle, because I thought that it was quite absurd that I was looking in the fridge, as wallets are not generally a perishable item!
I identified with this story, Paul.
One hot and dry summer I lost my wallet and didn’t find it until two weeks later when I went to mow the yard again — it had slipped out on the riding lawn mower seat. By then I’d already replaced my drivers lic. and cancelled my credit and bank cards. It’s funny now, but wasn’t then.
I see you did find a place for this unique image from Bull Hole.
Yeah. The image had nothing at all to do with the story, but I liked it anyway and was just waiting for an excuse to use it. Haha.
From the description you gave, if you ever go in there, we ain’t going in after you.
Paul you brought a laugh into my hotel room this evening, a belly bouncing laugh. Loved it.
It also reminded me of my daughters room. After sold the house and moved, I teased them by asking if they knew what color the carpet in their room really was. Hope you’re having a good week.
Is that someone’s shirt?
Monte: I am glad that you could have a nice belly-bouncing laugh. I thought it rather funny myself. As for Tony’s room, let us just say that I could hold no grudges against anyone who didn’t come in after me. As a matter fact, I’d probably question their sanity!
Yes, that is someone’s shirt. It was just sitting there on the rock. I thought that it made a nice splotch of color. I have no idea of it belongs to Brandy or Jessica, either.
Great image following this amazing quote