We all know that feeling of frantically looking for your phone while you’re talking on it, or turning the house upside down trying to find the glasses sitting on top of your nose: A mixture of relief when you realize it was always in your power, immediately followed by a wave of embarrassment for being so stupid.
(And that’s when you think you lost an object. Imagine how you’d feel after driving a mile down the road, enjoying the silence in the back seat of your car, until you realize you forgot your kid at the gas station. Now we all laugh about it, but I don’t think my uncle felt that awesome some 34 years ago.)
Worrying too much when you can’t find something is the worst. You look in all of the places you would have normally set your keys down, and start freaking out when you can’t locate them. You then begin to look for them in the most unlikely and ridiculous places (or so will people tell you) that come to mind: The toilet water tank, the big green box in the garage, the freezer.
I misplaced my wallet yesterday after I went grocery shopping. I found it this morning inside the fridge in the H-P break room. It brings a whole new meaning to freezing your assets.
(Photo from http://blog.lindacraft.com)
- Movie night at the Basque Museum: “The Way” (2010), by Emilio Estevez
- American Basque Cuisine: a report by Smithsonian magazine