That’s cool. 
You wrote a check to pay for the pizza. You tore the check out and set the checkbook down. You gave the check to the pizza guy, and he gave you the pizza. Now, either you left the checkbook where you set it down before exchanging the check for the pizza (in which case the checkbook is sitting on something close to the door), or you picked the checkbook up after getting the pizza and put it on top of the pizza box (and thus you need to look in the vicinity of wherever you first took the pizza).
There is nothing close to the door. Empty foyer.
I wonder if I gave it to the pizza guy??
I’d maybe check where you keep the Pizza menus. Unless…did you eat it?
That is some tip
How about the bathroom floor? That’s where I found my glasses, next to the bathtub. I had set them there as I was settling into a nice hot bath… a week ago. I found them conveniently at hand the next time I took a bath.
I have left my chequebook conveniently at hand among other papers in my sketchbook, then forgotten the sketchbook as I headed out.
Is your chequebook on that little table by the door?
well, this doesn’t have anything to do with the pizza guy lead, but is it…
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in a drawer of your desk??
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sitting practically in front of your face, say on a table on top of a pile of other stuff like DVDs?
(Landlord came by early tonight for the october rent. Had to run around for five minutes before I found a check I could make out to him.)
I didn’t find your checkbook, but I did find the missing “e” from your thread title!
Whatever.
Just don’t call me about it, two hours after the Lost/Stolen department has closed for the weekend, and two minutes before I’m supposed to be leaving, causing me to have to file the extremely asspainful Extended Customer Assistance Afterhours Lost/Stolen Report, block your account, notate the account out the wazoo as to why I blocked it, fill out a downtime form requesting notification of account closure that includes a form for information about the new account that will be opened on Monday…all of which, of course, I will have to wait to do until after you finish bitching me out for the fact that you can’t use your account over the weekend unless you want to eat the costs of any fraudulent checks that come in.
Oh wait…you already did. At least I think that was you.
On the other hand, I guess I can use the hour of OT.
I found your checkbook.
It was washing dishes in a mexican restaurant in Cleveland. It hopped into the pizza guys back pocket, and from there hitched a ride to the bus station. It told me it was tired of you just leaving it lying around while you ate pizza and ignored it’s needs.
It’s not coming home. It’s met a nice Day-Timer with a couple kids and they’re goling to make a nice home somewhere kind of warm and not so populated that people like you can just leave them lying around.
By the way, try and find a good mexican restaurant in Cleveland, I dare you.
It’s under the keyboard. Yes, I know you already lifted up one end and you didn’t see it there. Go back and pick up the whole keyboard off the desk. It’s there.
Try looking on top of, behind and underneath the TV, the DVD player, the VCR, the Playstation, the stereo, and all the other components of your entertainment system.
Did it turn up yet?
It’s on the bookshelf, next to the paperweight and the pens.
Not under the keyboard, not on the bookshelf.
I may have to consider calling off the search. 
It’s in the mail.
Never works for me either…
On the fridge. Or behind/under your bed because it fell out when you were laying in bed trying to decide if you wanted to bother getting up to take your pants off before you went to bed.
I found my checkbook!! I was under one of the seats in my car. I looked many a time, but it was on the door side of the front passenger seat.
Sneaky little buggers, aren’t they?
Money. Always trying to escape.
Good.
At least you didn’t have to check the dog dodo in the back yard like a certain dopper and the kids crayons.
Here’s a place that most miss. The inside of boots and shoes by the door.