Hey, y’all ever do laundry and find, say, a twenty dollar bill you’d forgotten about in your pocket? It’s always exciting–“Whoo hoo! Free money!”–but I’m always equally disturbed that I hadn’t noticed missing it in the first place.
I am on issue #24 of my ATM card.
'nuff said.
I lost my frickin’ Palm Pilot on Friday night and it’s just now starting to drive me nuts. I never realized how much i used the stupid thing until I didn’t have it. I can’t really afford to replace it, but it looks like I’m gonna have to.
Well, gee, I hate to admit what a dipshit I was, but one time when I was living in a semi-rotten neighborhood, I brought home a paycheck on a Friday night, and thought I better hide it until I can get to a bank…
Right, you guessed it. I went out drinking that night, which ended up at a very interesting lady’s place, which turned into drinking the next night, which ended up in someone else’s hot tub, which led to my first tequila sunrise, and whammo! I couldn’t find that goddam paycheck to save my life, which was pretty near the truth since I’d spent my last dime having the weekend of my life.
So I lost what was left of the cleaning deposit looking all over hell for it and never did find it. And then I lost about 10 pounds not eating for a few days until I got paid again. Oh well, I’ll always have fond if somewhat foggy memories of that weekend! Them wuz tha daze…
- Easystreet