I have a tendancy to leave things in my clothes pockets at the end of the day.
I’ve always thought I make a concerted effort to empty the pockets, but Sue disagrees. See, in our division of household duties, Sue does all the laundry. She has often come across gum wrappers, wads of paper, loose change, electronic resistors (!), and an occasional pen in my pockets as she prepares the wash.
She has admonished me several times to do a better job emptying my pockets, and I always promise to do better. In fact, we had such a conversation last week on this very topic. She watched me toss my clothes into the hamper without checking the pockets.
She said, “You didn’t check the pockets!”
To which I replied, “I didn’t need to check because I didn’t put anything in my pockets today.”
“You check regardless! Maybe you forgot you put something in your pockets.”
I promised to do better, and she said “the next thing I find I’m keeping.”
Yesterday (Saturday), I came home from the gym to find the following note on my dresser:
I was confused at first, so I asked Sue “what’s this?”
To which she replied, “looks like a ransom note to me!”
Apparently, I had left one of my tie pins in one of my shirt pockets. It’s a gold-plated pin with the letter “D” on it. (D for David). Hence, the reference in the note to “If you want to see your D tie pin again …”
I met Sue in the kitchen and explained that I didn’t have $25,000 to give her for the pin. (And … it’s really not worth that much to me! It’s gold-plated not solid gold. Actually, it’s probably BRASS.)
We negotiated an alternative settlement. I would buy her dinner in exchange for the tie pin. So, we went out to eat at our favorite Mexican restaurant, La Fiesta, in Richmond Heights … my treat.
And, later that night … I found my “D” tie pin on my dresser, safe and sound!
I promise to do better checking my pockets!