Friday, September 12, 2008
I carry one of these little Swiss Army numbers in my purse. Knife, scissors, pen, toothpick (who uses the swiss army toothpick?!), etc, all in a credit-card sized bundle.
I was checking a box, this morning, in the back of my car, and used the knife to cut the tape.
When everything checked out, I walked back to the driver's side of my car, got in, and lost my grip on the Swiss Army thingie. *TOCK* I see it fall on to the floorboard of the car, take a weird hop, and disappear in a flash.
Just like that.
I searched for 10 minutes. Pulled the floor mats out, pushed the seats back.
Nothing. I had to get to work, but I was crazed by then. Pulled up to the parking lot at work, and searched some more.
The thing is gone. Vanished before my very eyes.
I imagine troll living under the car seat, "Hey, thanks!" and snatching the thing up when I dropped it.
Give it back!
This sort of things makes me feel crazy.