me: Hey, I brought you those forms from the college .
her: Thanks. Hey, can you help me find that thing.
me: What thing?
her: You know, the thing. The thing that I use for my stuff.
me: What stuff?
her: The stuff I use. Help me find the thing.
me: Um… O.K. {{{monkey proceeds to look in random places around the apartment}}} Is this it?
her: That’s my mp3 player. I need the thing. The thing for the stuff.
me: Is this it?
her: That’s a can opener. The thing’s not going to be in the kitchen.
me: O.K. Is this it?
her: Put the dog down.
dog: Arf!
It went on that way for a few minutes till she found the thing, which turned out to be a paper clip I had bent for her so she could jigger open the box she keeps her art supply stuff in. But I’m home now, and I realized I’ve also lost a thing. It’s a different thing, but I can’t find it. I need that thing. Not the paper clip, the other thing. So I’m asking the dopers:
Actual conversation I had last night:
Dad: Hey, remember the guy at my gym who knows you?
Me: No
Dad: He went to high school with you…
Me: No
Dad: He says he didn’t really know you, but he knew (lists some of my old buddies)
Me: OK
Dad: So do you know him?
Me: No
Dad: He has blonde hair
Me: (laughing) Could you be a little more vague?
Dad: What do you mean?
Me: I need more information.
Dad: I figured you might know him because of his blonde hair.
Me: There was probably hundreds of people with blonde hair at my HS.
Dad: Ok, now you’re being ridiculous, you’re saying you know hundreds of people with blonde hair.
Me: Maybe, I haven’t really counted them.
Dad: Anyway, I don’t know why you’re being so difficult, I was just seeing if you knew him BTW his name is ___________.
Me: Oh… yeah I know him.
Dad: See… I told you you knew him.
Me: ???
The “Arf!” part especially made me laugh. But my SO, who DMs, used to do this in D&D until I scolded him out of it. “You’re walking down the street and see someone familiar.” No lie - he’s a great DM otherwise, but this drove me batty! I am supposed to infer from that much who he is???
You know that thing you asked me to do? Yea, with the guy. No, not that guy, the other guy. Yea, that thing with the guy with the thing at the place. It’s done. And he had that thing you were looking for.
See, that just proves that you did the right thing breaking up with her. If you were meant to be, you’d have known immediately what she wanted to find.
Have you tried in the door of the car? That little pocket in the door is always swiping my stuff. . .