My friend, while still living at home, misplaced her copy of “The Girls Guide on How to Give the World’s BEST HEAD - Written by a Gay Man”. Still not found, and any information leading to its discovery is unwanted.
For one birthday, my sister got me a personally-autographed copy of Alton Brown’s first cookbook - as in not just his signature, but something like, “To Ferret- Keep on cookin’, Alton.” She was able to get this because one of her roommates at the time had a sister who worked on his show, and she asked them to make this happen. That was a wonderful birthday present, and I treasured it.
It disappeared from within my house, within my kitchen, and I have no idea how it could have happened. I would never have loaned it out, given it away, etc.
I have the vague suspicion that someone stole it while visiting but I don’t know why they would, especially if they saw the signature was personalized. Alternately, one suspect may have borrowed it without asking, neglected to return it, then just kept or disposed of it when too much time had passed and I had discovered its absence.
A wedding check for a truly shocking $1,000 from someone that we didn’t know well enough to ask for a replacement from. :smack:
Good Thread, I’m enjoying these stories.
I have a good one that happened to a friend of mine. She was engaged, they were living together in the city, the stress of the upcoming wedding had them fighting about something now lost in the mists of time. At the height of the argument she removes the ring and throws it at him, hard. It bounced off his chest and into the shag carpeting.
Now as it happens, this woman was known for her persona of being proudly, boldly, shallow. So the ring was not a size as to be sneezed at. The argument raged on for some more time, but, as is the way of such things, eventually they made up and agreed the wedding was back on.
But they cannot find the ring. At first this is amusing, but it’s not too long before it’s only the beginning of many, many more fights. They searched, and they searched, they removed the carpet, they x rayed the dog! Never. Found.
This woman’s general callowness made the whole story almost too delicious.
Sad to say, this union, (with a second ring purchased the day before the ceremony), ended in divorce.
Not me personally, but it’s still a bone of contention in our family…
Many years ago, long before I was born, my uncle (mum’s brother) decided to take my grandfather’s (and originally great-grandfather’s) stamp collection to be valued. This was by all accounts a serious collection, virtually complete for the UK right from the Penny Black onwards, plus lots of rare foreign stamps, with plenty of single items valued into the hundreds of pounds at 1960s prices. It would have been worth a great deal of money, and my uncle wanted to know how much.
Only, he forgot about it. And by the time he remembered, he had forgotten where he had taken it to be valued. I don’t know all the details, but my mother has never let him forget it…
My high school yearbooks.
They were in a box I never opened. I never looked at them. But then I was moving and while packing thought they might be interesting to look at.
Gone.
There’s no WAY I misplaced them. Who the mighty fuck stole my yearbooks???
My high school class ring.
I mean, I got it when I was 17, and I’m 31 now. It was only about $200. But I remember how badly I wanted it, and my mom scraped together money she didn’t have so I wouldn’t go without one (of course, I had zero appreciation for money at the time).
By the time I lost it, when I was 21 or 22 and living on my own, I finally did have an appreciation of the type of financial sacrifices my mom had made for me all throughout my childhood, and the ring was a symbol of that. I still feel horrible about losing it.
We lost all of our gift cards that we got as wedding presents somewhere in Nashville. 
I still don’t know why we had them with us, but they sure are gone.
My $180 butt plug.
My perfect jacket. I think the insurance company stole it.
My senior yearbook, in which I found out people liked me better than I though. A little late but it was nice to know.
My virginity. But I don’t miss it.
Don’t be ridiculous; I remember all that stuff with perfect clarity.
OR DO I???
Excuse me? $180 for a butt plug? What could a butt plug do that would be worth $180?
Make you breakfast in the morning.
Er…don’t ask me. Be really really beautful before you stick it in? It was a gift (but I’ve seen the catoloug) Hey sometimes sex can be about the elegant details…
I’d be more concerned about where you lost it… :eek:
This was a long time ago; please don’t judge me too unkindly.
Ecstasy. A pretty good-sized batch of it - probably 30 hits or so. I misplaced it in my mom’s house. And it was in an empty prescription pill bottle (for a prescription sleep aid). I was torn between fear of getting busted by Mom, getting in trouble and losing my expensive stash, and the greater fear that she or someone else would find it and take some (thinking it was sleep medicine), maybe hurting themself.
It was two days of a pretty much constant sick feeling in my stomach before I found it.
“Misplaced?” My experience is that most people remember exactly where they lost this. 
“Mislaid” might be more accurate.
Or, at the very least, that was her nickname for some time afterwards.
Our daughter was going on a much anticipated trip to St. Thomas and because I knew exactly where her birth certificate was always kept I didn’t bother to pull it and put with the other paperwork she needed until a couple of nights before her departure. Of course, when I went to retrieve it it was not there.
Much teeth gnashing, safe dumping, filing cabinet upending followed. Along with tears - a puddle, then a river, then an ocean of tears shed by my daughter and inventive cursing by yours truly.
Many, many hours later Mr. AdoptaMom found it in the last file folder of the last drawer of the file cabinet in an unmarked folder in the midst of several empty folders. We still have no idea how it got there, but I’m grateful it turned up.
We’re now searching for the title of a utility trailer my deceased father in law made and gave to us. We’ve turned the house (and the last file folder) upside down. It is not in the safe. It is not in the file cabinet. It’s not in this house. I’m beginning to think it never existed and was only a figment of our imaginations.
I once accidently threw away a $100 bill my parents gave me for Christmas when I was a poor graduate student.
I was so pissed!