clifffaith
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We say "the house ate it" when something disappears off the face of the earth. A variation of that is "the desk ate it". Before we retired I could be working with a client's folder or other piece of paper, not get up, not move from my chair, and I'll be darned if something I was just handling wouldn't be suddenly gone. Like to think of the item giggling in the corner while I tear my hair out looking for it.
Yesterday the new auto registration arrived. 2/3 of the piece of paper is the actual registration that goes in the glove compartment, the sticker for the car takes up the other 1/3. Cliff was standing at my desk about to go out the door to pick up Rx, and I said, wait stick the sticker on the car. I tore along the perforation, leaving the blue sticker right in the center of my desk blotter, as I got up to take a copy of the registration (I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to produce the registration if flustered for having been pulled over, so keep a copy for both cars folded up in my wallet). Back to my desk, hand him the original and start trimming the copy. "Where is the sticker?" "It was right there on my desk when I got up to make a copy, did you stick it in your pocket?" NOPE. GONE. Took every piece of paper out of the trash can, scoured the desk numerous times, looked around to see if he'd picked it up and set it down (dangerous, eBay stuff is everywhere). NOPE, GONE.
I'll wait until next Thursday on the off chance it stops giggling and shows itself, then I'll pay the damn $29 to get a new one which hopefully will be here by the time we return from Hawaii two weeks later. It's always somethin'!!
Yesterday the new auto registration arrived. 2/3 of the piece of paper is the actual registration that goes in the glove compartment, the sticker for the car takes up the other 1/3. Cliff was standing at my desk about to go out the door to pick up Rx, and I said, wait stick the sticker on the car. I tore along the perforation, leaving the blue sticker right in the center of my desk blotter, as I got up to take a copy of the registration (I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to produce the registration if flustered for having been pulled over, so keep a copy for both cars folded up in my wallet). Back to my desk, hand him the original and start trimming the copy. "Where is the sticker?" "It was right there on my desk when I got up to make a copy, did you stick it in your pocket?" NOPE. GONE. Took every piece of paper out of the trash can, scoured the desk numerous times, looked around to see if he'd picked it up and set it down (dangerous, eBay stuff is everywhere). NOPE, GONE.
I'll wait until next Thursday on the off chance it stops giggling and shows itself, then I'll pay the damn $29 to get a new one which hopefully will be here by the time we return from Hawaii two weeks later. It's always somethin'!!