Posted by episode81 on August 25, 2010
I hate to lose stuff. Until recently, I can’t recall the last time I lost something. Maybe because I forgot I had it? Who knows.
Anywho, I digress …
A few weeks back, I was getting ready to go to my Pilates class and I looked for my fairly new, orange (of course), Kleen Kanteen. I couldn’t find it. I thought I must have left it at the studio the last time I was there.
Then I looked for my favorite Birkies. Silver Gizeh. Nowhere to be found. I didn’t have time to search the house, so I left for the studio.
No Kleen Kanteen.
When I got home I looked everywhere – in the garage, car and house for both the KK and the Birkies. I searched every cupboard, looked in every bag and under all the furniture. Nothing.
How could I lose a KK on the way between house/studio/house? I don’t drive with the windows open, so it can’t have jumped out. I would have noticed.
And what about the Birkies? If I lost them outside the house, I would be walking home in bare feet. I would have remembered that!
Next time I walk into downtown Palo Alto, if I see someone in silver Gizeh, swigging from an orange KK, I may have something to say about it.