Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Remember a few posts ago, when I blogged about dropping this Swiss Army Thingy while I was getting in the car, and having it completely disappear, in front of my eyes?
I searched and searched for that stupid thing. Pulled out floormats, and spent 1/2 hour on my head, searching under seats with the flashlight. On days when Clint drove, I spent my time on the passenger side searching until I made myself crazy and had to stop.
I just found it.
See, there was this sack from Staples on the floor, with printer ink to be returned.
When I dropped the Swiss Army Thingy, I unconsciously moved the sack to the back seat, so that I could look around more easily.
Clint didn't know the contents were for a return, and he brought the sack in the house.
I took the sack back out to the car, so it would be there next time I ran by Staples.
I decided to double-check that the receipt for the ink was still in the bag...
...and there was my Swiss Army Thingy, tucked right in there with the printer ink.
EEeeeeeeeeeeeee! You should have heard me scream.
There's a bonus—while I was busy looking for the old one, a nice friend, in an attempt to restore my sanity, no doubt, popped a shiny new one in the mail for me. Everyone knows that once you replace a lost item, the item reappears. I now own TWO Swiss Army Thingies, and let me tell you, the knife on the new one is *much* sharper than the knife on the old one.
You'd think that having the mystery solved would make me feel a bit more sane, but I actually feel a tiny bit crazier.
At least I can stop worrying that the troll under the seat will grab my ankles.