Yeah, them Legos have a long memory. You see, ok , I haven’t bought a Lego set in a good 20 years. Son-of-a-wrek is 30 and he was the Lego guy. I cannot tell you how many I have stepped on one. We still have carpet upstairs and just when I think it’s impossible I find one, the hard way, with a Lego shaped dent in my foot. Also, I have an endless supply if those little discs that came from some kinda little shooter. I don’t ever remember buying one of those stupid little guns. They are like poltergeist, they just appear out of no where.
Oh, god, Barbie doll shoes. Poor Barbie, her shoe closet must be a mess. It’s not like she can go barefoot, permanently on her tippy-toes.
When my nephew was five he got a Lego western set for Christmas. There were two horses in the set, black and brown, and within two hours he’d abandoned the brown one in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room; his mother nearly dropped the turkey platter when she trod upon it – no dents in her foot as she had shoes on.
The horse, though, had an ear broken off and was instantly named Van Gogh. The black one never did get a name.
My parents had a mystery switch in the kitchen of their house. Took them several years to figure out it controlled a light fixture in the detached garage.
I have lived in this apartment for 15 years and there are three light bulbs I have never changed. The laundry room light, inside front door light, and the closet light. The laundry room light gets a lot of use but the other two not so much. Every time I flip one of the switches I expect the bulb to “flink” off but it never does.
The only thing I can think of is that when maintenance comes in to do the twice yearly smoke detector battery change they’re also changing those bulbs. I should ask the next time I see one of the guys. They’ll change my kitchen fluorescent bulbs when I’ve needed it because those are big and bulky and they probably want to make sure they get recycled but I’ve never heard of them changing any other bulbs.
Watch, now that I’ve posted this all three will burn out this week.
Not inside the house, but the day before he died, my dog had his favorite toy in his mouth. I was surprised since I hadn’t seen him with it for months and previously it would be missing for weeks or month at a time and he would usually only search for it if you asked where it was. He didn’t always find it and would give up after a while, but it would always eventually show up again. This time I like to think that he wanted the two of us to play with it one last time. :o
I once scratch built a new grille for a rocket pack, then accidentally sent it flipping off into the void. It fell into a timewarp and ended up seven years in the future, where I found it sitting on top of a box on a shelf. 
And yet, instead of”inattentional blindness,” I can’t help but think Max Torque is in deep shit over this and knows his wife sometimes reads his SD postings and she doesn’t know that he knows…
That reminds me of my dad’s toolbox. Somehow, it has two or three of everything except the one damn thing I need.
I grew up in a house that was in the family from 1944 - 1996. The place was actually built in '30. We didn’t exactly hoard stuff, but there was a good collection of the old and unused sticking around. One item was the big icebox that had served as the refrigerator until the '50’s era McLeary was bought. (Yes, it too lived on in the basement.)
This thing was solid wood and very heavy. It took two people to move. For as long as I could remember, it stayed in the same place.
After I moved out I was still back and forth in the house very often as my parents still lived there. One day I realized that the icebox was gone. I asked my mom what had happened to it. She didn’t know. Nobody knew. Total blank.
I thought perhaps my uncle had it. We once lugged the thing to a park for a family reunion so I thought it might have gone to his place. Nope.
After my parents passed and before I sold the place, I was through it from top to bottom. No icebox.
Never did find out where it went!
In relation to the ‘magic never-ending spice’, my wife and I have a problem.
Like everyone else, we have a massive collection of spice jars. However, every time we decide to try a new recipe, the spice jars magically erase themselves from our conciousness. So we buy new ones.
As a result, we have approximately 400 jars of Paprika (mild and smoked), 600 jars of nutmeg, innumerable cumin (ground AND whole - and yes, we have a mortar and pestle), enough cardamom to feed the army, enough dried herbs to constitute a bushfire hazard, and enough chili/curry powder to have solved the Bengali famine of 1943. All with exactly one tiny serving removed.
Our spice jar array now crosses several time zones. But whatever you want, it’s not there.
Another vote for “why is the object I just dropped not within a four-foot radius of me?”
The two pepper mills. The first disappeared in an apartment that only I lived in. And I only used the kitchen pepper mill in the kitchen, and the dining room one in the dining room. There never was a pepper mill anywhere else in that apt, and those two never moved more than three feet from where they lived. Except for the time the kitchen one disappeared. I never found it.
Flash forward about ten years and the same thing happened again. I haven’t seen that one in two years now.
There was also the missing cell phone. In the aforementioned lonely apartment, I had a little flip phone that I dearly loved. It disappeared one day. I looked everywhere! Moved, the sofa, opened up the sleeper and searched under the mattress, moved everything, looked under everything, the works. By the end of that week that place was the cleanest it had ever been, but no phone.
I lived there for another year and a half and never saw it until the day I was leaving, when one of them movers walked up with it in his hand. One of the other guys had found it, and given it to this guy to bring back to me. Neither of them spoke English well, and despite trying every way I could think of to convey the question, I never found out where they’d found it. It’s on the list of questions I’m going to ask God when I die.
That is such a touching story. Thank you for sharing it.
Oh my god, Cell phones. I cannot tell you how many I have lost. I just cannot keep up with them. Granted, I am a bit flakey, but, read up above about my hairbrush I’ve had since grade 9. I am not careless. My brain just wigs out on me about these damnable phones. I don’t know why I concern myself with it. My kids and Mr.Wrekker insist I keep one. You’d think they are worried about me or something. Nah. Couldn’t be that.
Some time in about March or April, I failed to put my keys back inside my bag when I came into the house, but left them on the desk in the computer room.
The next day I saw them there and thought ‘oh that’s a bad place for them, I’ll just lose them there. Better put them somewhere sensible’
They haven’t been seen since.
They migrated to my home here in Maine. The keyrack by the garage door has 10 or 15 sets of perfectly good keys that belong to nothing in my world. And they keep REPRODUCING!
I have a couple of Apple TVs. The first few generations come with this teeny tiny remote, just a little over the size of a credit card folded in half. Lost them almost immediately. After buying like a half dozen extra ones, eventually I literally had to attach them to a 2x4 like gas stations do with the bathroom key.
This very morning I got the dogs ready to go out for a walk. Leashes, check. Cell phone, check. Shoes tied, check.
We have a trail we follow to the pond. Walk around the pond and meet up with the same trail back to the house. The beagle gets let off the leash, she likes her nose to the ground, basically running around in big circles. We stop waiting on her to catch up. I look down at my feet and there’s a playing card. The 8 of spades. Where in God’s heaven did that card come from? No one has been here in over a week. I walk the same trail everyday. Didn’t see it yesterday. But there it was, as big as life. I think I’m going mad.
I bet a magician is about to show up and say “Is THIS your card?”
One thing I’ve learned about small parts is that if I drop one, under no circumstance should I attempt to snatch it out of the air. A successful snatch is of course great, but a miss will send it who knows where. I’ve trained myself to let it fall and keep an eye on it all the way to the ground and then follow it until it stops and can be safely picked up.