I hate to lose things

Something mysterious is going on here. My favorite white comb has disappeared. I've searched for it for two weeks but it hasn't turned up. Also, I can't find a diskette that has stored computer information. It was on my desk yesterday, but now it isn't. I spent an hour looking for it last night. I even pulled the desk out from the wall to see if the diskette had fallen behind it. No luck.

My sunglasses have disappeared too. They are like new and they've been gone for weeks.

I'm beginning to feel like the woman who called 911 and complained that someone had taken a bite out of the sandwich she had left on a kitchen table.

"I'm getting sick and tired of this," she told the operator. "And this isn't the first time it has happened."

Of course, I wouldn't do that. Those 911 operators have more important calls to handle.

A long time ago, I lost a raincoat. It has never shown up. I suppose I left it on a chair somewhere when I was away from the house. That would make sense.

A few years ago, I lost the keys and remote to my car. I had been on a bus trip to Biloxi and stayed in a hotel there. Problem is, I didn't know I had lost the keys until I came back to Piggott and tried to get in my car. No keys. I had no idea where I had lost them. I had stayed at another hotel along the way and had made many stops enroute. I could have lost the keys any number of places.

I won't go into all the details, but I did write the Biloxi hotel and found that my keys had been turned into the lost and found by a hotel maid. Apparently I had dropped them on the floor while packing for the return trip home.

It cost me nine bucks to get them back, but it was worth it.

But you can't imagine the torment I put myself through until I finally located the keys. I couldn't rest.

Don't you hate to lose anything?. I get paranoid when I lose or misplace anything. It's like the shepherd and the lost sheep. You must find that lost sheep before you can be at peace. It doesn't matter that ninety nine sheep are safe in the fold. You want to find that one lost sheep.

I have an in-law who is always searching for a receipt of some kind. He keeps all the store receipts for appliances, big and small, for tools, garden equipment, whatever. He keeps them in case he should ever need the receipt to show proof of purchase and the date the item was purchased.

Problem is, he's forever searching for one particular receipt he can't find.

He also had a yellow tape measure he misplaced about a hundred times. He "lost" it in the attic, in the backyard, under the house, in the front yard and behind a storage building, to name a few places..

After trying to solicit his wife to help him look for the wandering tape measure, she finally just threw her hands in the air and said, "I don't know." She refused to help him search.

Last week he lost the remote control to his personal t.v. set. He searched and searched but couldn't find it. Where could it be?" he asked his wife."Oh, where, oh where, can it be?"

"It might be in the desk drawer," she told him.

"Which drawer?" he asked.

"Just look in all of them," she said, annoyed.

He looked, and there it was.

That gives me hope that I might someday find my lost diskette, comb and sunglasses.

I've already looked in the desk drawer.