Up to this point, Matt has typically been the king of lost stuff. Usually phones, sometimes keys and occasionally a wallet or credit card. Apparently the mantle has been passed-- unbeknownst to any of us-- to me. I neither asked for this honor nor do I even really consider it an honor. It's a nuisance. An expensive, embarrassing nuisance. In the last three weeks I have lost:
1 iPod
1 set of headphones
1 set of Westone personally molded in-ear live performance monitors
1 raincoat
1 black fashion jacket
1 pair of shorts
1 mind
Where does it end? Am I out of the woods? In the clear? Is the next instance merely lurking around the corner waiting to pounce like a cougar?
I propose, for the purpose of such dilemmas as may arise similar to my own, that the next president of the United States create a Department of Property Reclamation and appoint a cabinet member to head the department. This department will be in charge of
- creating a magical infrastructure for finding lost items
- developing a method of magically associating 'found' item with rightful owner
- build a teleportation device or its magical equivalent for transporting the item back to its owner
I figure that this shouldn't be very difficult for either candidate, seeing as they both have found a way to magically fix the economy, the environment and the war in Iraq.
What, exactly, does a black 'fashion jacket' look like?
Perhaps it is something that a person should lose. Anyway... It appears that you have not lost your sense of humor nor the sunny disposition that is so much a part of who you are...
Posted by: Arthur Dent | August 14, 2008 at 05:36 PM