I are one.
Yesterday, I finished up my research in the courthouse, drove to the title company office a block away, discussed an issue there, drove to the supermarket about a half mile distant to grab a bunch of bananas as Mrs. Cow had told me not to come home without a new supply of bananas for her work lunches this week, got out of the vehicle and grabbed for my smarter-than-me phone.?ÿ NO PHONE!
It was not laying in the little shelf in the dash where I normally keep it while driving.?ÿ It was not in my down vest pockets.?ÿ It was not in my jeans pockets.?ÿ Crap!!!?ÿ Where did I drop it or leave it??ÿ Made sure it wasn't in the vehicle, like on the floor or between the seats.?ÿ The pockets in the vest are a bit shallow and it could have fallen out as I got into the vehicle at the title office.?ÿ I might have possibly set it down at the title office.?ÿ The last place I definitely remembered seeing it was when I was using it to hold my place in a large index book at the courthouse.?ÿ Surely I had taken it out of the book before putting the book back on the shelf.?ÿ Both the title office and the courthouse would be closing in a few minutes.
Went to the courthouse.?ÿ Went to the Register of Deeds office where I could have left it, possibly in the book.?ÿ Couldn't remember the book number immediately as I had used about eight of them.?ÿ The assistant in the office saw my predicament and asked if it was on.?ÿ She asked for my number.?ÿ I told her.?ÿ She called the number.
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It was in the pocket of my shirt directly over my heart.
I can just hear them now, the next dozen times I go to leave their office, "Do I need to call your cell number for you?"
Yes, and please tell the nice people at Shady Acres Retirement Home to send the driver to pick me up.
I've done that too. I'm concerned for it. I completely loose it pretty often. About 3x a week.?ÿ
My tick bite exacerbates it sometimes, real bad.
Hurts to read that.
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Being a creature of habit, I keep my wallet in my front left pocket. While trying to get money out of an ATM in Vegas, wasn't working. Suddenly remembered I never let the credit union know that I would be there. Went to the front of the hotel to get a signal, but the overhead music was so loud I wouldn't be able to hear anything, so I went outside. I laid the wallet on the top of a garbage can so I could access it for numbers and such. While on the phone they suggested that I go to the ATM to be sure all is OK. After finishing and hanging up the phone I went to put the card back in the wallet, WHERE THE ____ IS MY WALLET, OH S___! Get back to the garbage can, no wallet. Go back in to report it and felt something in my right front pocket. WHEW!
You naughty, boy, you.
I remember the uproar caused by this song when it came out.?ÿ Many stations pulled it off the air but it was very popular on the rest of them.?ÿ Wikipedia says this came out in the Summer of 1966 but I was guessing it was more like 1964.?ÿ I swear I can hear my first name said several times on B-side of the record.
Here's a bit of trivia I did not know as I did not purchase the record.
B-side
Continuing the theme of insanity, the flip or?ÿB-side?ÿof the single was simply the A-side?ÿplayed in reverse, and given the title "!aaaH-aH ,yawA eM ekaT oT gnimoC er'yehT" (or "Ha-Haaa!?ÿAway,?ÿMe?ÿTake?ÿto?ÿComing?ÿThey're") and the performer billed as "XIV?ÿNAPOLEON". Most of the label affixed to the B-side was a mirror image of the front label (as opposed to simply being spelled backward), including the letters in the "WB" shield logo. Only the label name, disclaimer, and record and recording master numbers were kept frontward. The reverse version of the song is not included on the original Warner Bros. album, although the title is shown on the front cover, whereas the title is actually spelled backward.
In his?ÿBook of Rock Lists, rock music critic?ÿDave Marsh?ÿcalls the B-side the "most obnoxious song ever to appear in a?ÿjukebox", saying the recording once "cleared out a?ÿdiner?ÿof forty patrons in three minutes flat."
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Panic attacks over 'lost' or misplaced personal items like glasses, phones, wallets and car keys are pretty common at my age.?ÿ Several times I have returned to my truck after walking 80 ch. of fence only to find my keys (or phone) weren't in the pocket they were supposed to be.?ÿ It's a good 30 seconds of intense 'OMG' cardio.?ÿ I always find them in some other pocket....but the fear still persists.?ÿ
My doc told me misplacing car keys is common among us older folks.?ÿ He told me to start worrying when I look at my car keys and wonder what they're for....?ÿ
*Banging on wood*
Thankfully, my OCD has kept me from losing such items.
*Banging on wood*
Thankfully, my OCD has kept me from losing such items.
But you are young. Wait ...
Sounds to me like it belongs in the sound track of Plan 9 from Outer Space or some similar movie!
Headed for the first time back to that office.?ÿ In about three hours I will hear this, as predicted above:
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I use a laptop, which I take home in a backpack. Sometimes I work a little after dinner. The other day I got to the office in the morning with my backpack and didn't find the laptop in it. OH, crap, I must have left it at home. Back to home (15 miles, about 30 minutes if traffic is light) now through morning rush hour. Get there, no laptop. OMG!
Check backpack again. It was there all the time. That's 2 hours I'm never going to get back.?ÿ ?ÿ
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Years ago as a graduate, I worked in a large double story office for an engineering/survey consultancy, around 200 staff. It was in the days when PC's for the staff had just come along - probably at that time 386's with Windows 1.1 - but one or two of the hob-knobs had been assigned laptops, so that they could "work remote" at high level meetings, etc.
One evening a fellow graduate was working after hours on the top floor where he had a good view of the car park. An hour our so after official closing he saw one such knob leave the office, carrying a laptop in a satchel in one hand, and a stack of files in the other. His wagon was a sedan, so to get the doors open and the stuff inside, he put the files on the trunk and the laptop on the ground behind the rear wheel, presumably so he wouldn't stand on it. Doors were then opened, files placed on the back seat, doors closed, engine started. My colleague said that from upstairs through the closed windows he could hear the sweet crackle of the laptop getting crushed as knobby reversed over it. Knobby heard it too because he got out and picked up the crushed laptop, looked around in all directions, then put it in the car and drove off. We never asked, but we did wonder how he explained that one.
but we did wonder how he explained that one.
Somebody stole it!
In the back of my mind I think we did hear that it was explained with something like that, or the company announced it wouldn't be providing laptops anymore as "they keep getting lost or stolen".
