Yesterday, my husband mentions he’s been searching for a certain item for days. He’s looked everywhere, he claims, but it’s nowhere to be found.
I don’t believe him. I know how he thinks and his logic is different than mine. So, that’s why I do my own quick search. I look in all the locations where I believe he might’ve put it. After only a few minutes, I spot the original box for the item on a table in the living room—in clear sight.
“Did you put it back in its box the last time you used it?” I ask.
“I saw the box, but, no, I wouldn’t do that,” he responds. “Don’t bother looking there.”
Again, good thing I know how he thinks. I decide to check anyway.
And there it is—the item he’s been searching for.
“I found it,” I say as I place it in his hand.
“Really? Where?” (He seems surprised, although I know he’s not because this happens all the time.)
“In the box you told me not to bother checking. In the most logical place it could be,” I reply.
And this is what he says next (I find this rather amusing):
“Well, you must’ve put it there because I didn’t. No wonder I couldn’t find it.”
All I can do is shake my head. No bother debating, although I know better.
Sound familiar to any of you?
(And, yes, in case you’re wondering, he did also thank me for finding it for him.)