Return of Memoryfest - Day 11/31

[bironic]

11. Middle School

Baskin Robbins ice cream stores give kids a free scoop on their birthdays. We had a Baskin Robbins in the mall by our house, right across the atrium from B. Dalton (a bookstore since acquired by Barnes & Noble). Once when we went for the annual clown cone (see icon)—I don't remember whether it was my birthday or my sister's—I had a library book in tow, a paperback about a raccoon in the Pacific Northwest that at one point drank something that made it seem rabid. 7-UP, maybe. Or it had been left in a hot car. Anyway, afterwards, following family tradition, we crossed over to B. Dalton to pick out books, and I realized I'd left the raccoon one at Baskin Robbins. It being a library book and not one of my own, my parents were especially worried that it had been lost, but I was positive it would be right where we left it. We went back, and sure enough I was able to pick it up off the table.

WTF

Comments

[bironic.livejournal.com]

What an unexpected way to be reunited with your wallet! Fabulous. Although I thought the funniest part of the story was, "In the process of ransacking my car, S discovered my old cell phone under the driver's seat." Belongs in a comedy.

I lost my entire pocketbook once at a function I was attending as a PR intern. Everyone got big paper shopping bags with an assortment of gifts and samples, and I'd put my pocketbook in mine for safekeeping while I was away from the table. When I went back to my seat to fetch my keys to drive home, though, my pocketbook was gone. It being highly unlikely someone would have stolen it at an event like that (despite what my somewhat hysterical co-worker believed), I figured the man next to me had inadvertently taken my gift bag with him when he left. So I had one of my parents bring a spare car key, got the name of my table-neighbor and called him up, and got my bag back by FedEx the next day. And all was well.

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

That's a great story - I'm never that calm when I lose things. Normally I freak out for at least a few minutes before settling down to deal with the situation, though I've gotten better with age (probably because I get a lot of practice).

The last time I lost my wallet (prior to the Father's Day fiasco), I replaced it with one that had a chain I could attach to my jacket zipper. My friend K told me I looked ridiculous and I explained that even if my wallet fell out of my pocket I wouldn't lose it. I went to demonstrate and the chain immediately broke.