Everyone always talks about how socks disappear in the dryer. I don’t know anyone that has never randomly lost a sock only to have it reappear a few months later in a place no sock should be able to get all on their lonesome.
For me it’s not socks, mostly. For it’s umbrella’s. I buy them, often. I buy the nice ones that fit in my purse and put one in like all my purses. At one point I had one in my car, one at my desk and one in my purse. That way if I ever needed one I had it at the ready.
Yet this morning I somehow found myself running, in heels, across the parking lot to get to my car to go to work. No umbrella at my desk. None in my purse and after a very thorough search that included enough curse words to make a sailor blush I had to admit there wasn’t one in my car either.
The funny part of this morning is that I know where two umbrella’s that once were in my possession are. One is in my mother’s car being used by her because I forget it there and her’s had broken. One is with my Wife…left in her purse the last time we went out. And this last one wasn’t initially mine to begin with – it was stuck in my backpack from my trip to Portland. So I have become the dryer to my sister-in-law and stolen one of her umbrella’s. As she lives in Portland I’m assuming she needs it more than I. But that is beside the point.
The point is that in the past few months I have managed to misplace two umbrellas and in the past year I have managed to lose pretty much every umbrella I have ever owned. I have had it on my list of things to grab while out running errands – an umbrella (or two).
Despite the reminder I still ran to my car this morning…and have a sneaking suspicion there will be a repeat performance this evening when I leave work.