Lost and Found

This is where I keep my earbuds.  See them?  They live here on the hook by the door for easy access when I go to the gym.  This system was working pretty well.

Then I got kitties.  Here they are.  The little black one is Daisy and the biggest gray one is Mary.  They're nice.  I like them.

And yet, there are a few downsides to cats.  One is that kittens like to play with...well...nearly everything.  And knowing this, I decided to hide my earbuds so Daisy didn't chew them or relocate them for me.  So I did.  And then the next time I went to the gym, I couldn't find them.  I couldn't remember if I'd put them away somewhere, or if I'd just planned to do that and in the meantime, Daisy made off with them.  I figured that Daisy had probably batted them off the hook and stashed them away somewhere, like a crazy squirrel.  So I looked for them.  I looked lots of places.  Like under the bed...  

And under the dresser...

 Under the couch cushions.  No earbuds, but I found my long-lost barrette!  Yay!  I also found a hair ribbon and a tube of chapstick that I know aren't mine.  Ew.

They weren't here, either...

They weren't here (this is behind the couch)

I bet you wish you could have looked in here!  Lots of stuff, but no earbuds.  :(

Maybe in the cleaning bucket?  Nice try.  But no.

Under the bathroom sink?  Nope.  But I found some other junk.

Not behind the TV, either.

How about the stack of stuff I haven't organized yet in the Spare Oom?  That's a negative, Ghost Rider.

I put off looking in the basement as long as possible.  There is a really impressive collection of random stuff down there.  Also a bunch of gigundopedes.  Ew.

[if you don't know what a gigundopede is, you can find it in google images under "house centipede".  For the squeamish among my readers, I will not post a picture here.  You're welcome.]

No earbuds here either.

Earbud free area.

Even underneath.

And then, after about 10 days of looking, I finally found them.  Here they are!  Do you see them?

Look closely at the bottom of the scarf.

Yep, they are right where they always were.  I put the scarf there to hide them from Daisy.  It worked!  It also effectively hid them from...me.

Sheesh.

Red Box Encounter

Tonight I waited patiently behind a college-aged guy with an arm covered in tatoos and his two buddies at the RedBox at Walmart.  His chewing tobacco spit bottle was sitting on top of the machine, and his friends were loitering off to the side, lanky and restless.

He was swiping his card as I walked up.  We all waited awkwardly for the machine to spit out his game.  By the time it did, the guy has started talking to his friends and doesn't notice.

I notice.

I decide not to be bossy and wait for him to notice, too.  He doesn't.

Eventually the machine sucks the game back in and displays an error message.  The guy notices that.   "What the...?"  He reads the error message and reports it to the boys.  They shift impatiently and make sounds of general unrest.  The guy debates trying again.  Maybe the machine is broken.  I finally speak up.

"You waited too long to take it.  It'll work if you try again."

"It came out?"

"Yah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, I thought you would see it..."

"You shoulda been like, "He, Tatto-guy, stop talkin' and get your game."

We all laugh as I somewhat feebly defend myself by saying I didn't know it would get sucked back in if he waited too long.

"I guess I'll do it AGAIN," he said pointedly, looking at me in mock accusation.  Finally, the hard-to-get game makes its second appearance of the evening.

As he leaves, Tatto-guy turns to me and says, "You have a good Saturday night."

And we part ways.