Checked out any books from the library lately? People use weird things as bookmarks for library books. One time I found a doctor’s prescription from the last person who checked out my book. It was recent, and I can’t remember what it was for exactly but I remember recognizing the medicine and thinking “that is some strong stuff.” I tore it into little pieces and threw it into three different garbage bags (overkill, I know), but I wondered if a less honorable person could have bluffed their way into filling the prescription.
Did your wife inadvertently drive off with someone else’s car (that happened to look a lot like your car)?
(ETA: Yeah, I’ve come close to doing that from time to time.)
Which happens to take the exact same key?
What, no love interest?
When I was 18 I was given a set of Kincrome combination spanners by my parents. They are a beautiful thing. I still have them 30 years later and they have no noticeable wear or corrosion although they have at times been treated badly. At the time Kincrome was not at all a common brand in Australia. My father heard about them somewhere obscure and sourced them despite their lack of ready availability.
Suddenly one day I found that there were two 13mm Kincrome spanners in the plastic wallet they were kept in. Nobody I knowingly had contact with had Kincrome spanners at that time. I did all my own work on my car, so it never went to a garage.
Personally I think one day I must have inadvertantly put the 19mm and the 17mm in the same pocket in the wallet and they took the opportunity to have hot spanner sex and 9* months later the second 13mm appeared.
*or whatever the gestation period of spanners is, anyway
I buy second-hand books fairly often and find bookmarks and notes like this all the time. I love it.
Usually, it’s receipts from the shop where they were bought or occasionally cinema tickets and it always set my imagination going: what sort of persons were the people who had the books before me, what was I doing at the date they bought them and so on…
Once I got a book that contained a note written on one of the first pages. I don’t remember the exact wording but the gist was that the book was a gift from a family member of the previous owner. Something like “To my dear X on her 16th birthday. I love you so much.” Which is all very cute until you start wondering how said book ended up in a second-hand store :(.
I didn’t know the OP’s gender or orientation, so hedged my bets.
I misplace stuff all the time, sometimes for years and then poof one day the missing item that i’ve since replaced reappears! Lose my wallets, keys or glasses? i check every coat pocket even if its summer, tote bags, seat cushions, the trunk, the trash, even in the bushes next to the house.
last November I lost my sunglass clips in the case, that day I looked hi I looked low, called the library, the bookstore, the hairdresser and the bank. nothing turned up. Checked my car completely dozens of times, had my family check my car, their rooms their trash cans and coat pockets. see i leave nothing to chance…Pffft it’s lost in a snowbank at the mall i conclude. I wear my old pair and call the optician to order a replacement. I delay picking them up because of the cost…finally last week I picked up the clips. happy again.
Until just a few days ago when i hop in the car with my new case of clips, and what is sitting on the passenger seat? the “lost” sunglass case with clips! WTF who found it? and how and why and WTF?
so not a big mystery, there is a “black hole” under neath my car seat and there lay the the case for months until my spouse decided to vacuum my car. And heard a very small clink under the seat, it took quite a bit of maneuvering to reach the item inside the black hole under my seat, and there it was the missing eyeglass case.
I say i was speechless holding both cases it was a bit of a shock to see it again.
Now i have a spare, wish i had a spare pair of specs too.
It’s very simple, all of these things are just flaws in the Matrix.
When I moved from Oklahoma to NYC ('95) I had something like this happen.
After living here a bit I realized why men carry bags around. So I bought one.
Later a receipt from Oklahoma somehow got into my bag. I must have brought it to NYC but how it ended up in my bag I will never know.
Well, I was kind of thinking something like that, except I only had the one tweezer and so it would have had to switch sexes and then travel back in time to impregnate itself and then the time-travelling one would have had to disappear and then the non-time-traveller could have given birth to a little tweezerling; but since that would have involved a spontaneous sex change and time travel, and since I don’t remember seeing any baby tweezers either, and since my head began to hurt pretty badly at that point, I had to discard that hypothesis.
So it’s still unexplained. :rolleyes:
Once while backpacking, off trail, I stumbled across a complete set of women’s clothing. Underwear, dress, heels. In addition to wondering how she got home naked, I was more curious how she got there without appropriate footwear.
I reported it to the authorities but nothing ever became of it.
Best case interpretation is that someone did a modeling shoot and then forgot to bring the props home.
Possible, never thought of that. Still shocking to come across in that setting.
ETA: Thinking about it… There was nothing exceptionally visual about that spot that couldn’t have been had miles closer to the road.
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While all these things have been appearing, in dryers across the nation, single socks have been disappearing. Coincidence?
Or a gross emoticon. From your link…
*Some female mediums went so far as to conceal in their vagina or anus objects to be “apported” during the seance and gauzy fabric that would become “ectoplasm” during the seance. *
Shared office/lab space? Someone borrowed someone else’s tweezer, and put it back in the wrong toolkit?
Was this location near a sudden dropoff, or some other feature that might be useful for disposing of a body? :eek:
Spanner 2: Spawn of Spanner.
So scary you’ll wrench.
why, I ought to socket to you.
Yes, this happened: The same key worked in identical colored Toyota Camry. We parked at an event, walked out later thinking we’d left the lights on our car. Unlocked the car, thinking it’s ours, and finding random unfamiliar items inside. Looked further and realized that’s it’s identical car, but not ours. Turned their lights off, and found our own car.