Friday OT #1 - Losing My Religion

[throwittoblythe]

A few years ago I went out to shovel the driveway after a decent snow storm. I put my house/work keys in the pouch of my hoodie and set to work shoveling. When I went to go back inside, I realized my keys were gone. It occurred to me that in the motion of shoveling, my keys likely fell out of my pouch and were now buried somewhere in the several mounds of snow I'd created.

I can be a bit paranoid, so my mind immediately goes to images of someone finding my keys in the yard and stealing everything in our house. So, I figure I need to at least try to find them. I take my shovel, stab it in a random snow pile, and CLINK, it hits the keys buried in the snow. Craziest luck I've had.

 

[mywayorcyway]

My $250 Maui Jim sunglasses. I was in the house. They were in my hand. I said to myself, “Put these away now so you don’t lose them”. 10 minutes later I realized that I’d put them somewhere and had no idea where.

the frustrating part is that I must have set them down in an obvious spot but they have never turned up. I have looked everywhere for them. It’s driving me insane.

I've lost countless pairs of sunglasses, and am completely incapable of retaining them. I've had two nice pairs in my life - one my girlfriend bought me, which I held onto for around six months. That is by far the longest I have kept a pair.

I order cheap aviators from Amazon in bulk. I should probably put it on subscribe and save.

 

[enisthemenace]

My dad played fast pitch softball when i was a kid. He had this beautiful Wilson A2000 glove he used playing shortstop. He took such great care of that glove. Oiled it regularly, always worked the pocket and kept a sotfball in it at all times. He had an obsession about that glove. As a military man, I understood the obsession, respected and appreciated it.

When a ball hit that glove, it was like there was a magnet in there. It automatically closed. Nothing was getting out of it once the ball hit the pocket, but it was super easy to open, pull the ball out and throw. This glove was perfect.

When his playing days were over, he handed it down to me. He also made sure I treated that glove with as much respect as he did.

One day, I was at the park with friends playing baseball. We did this frequently. For some reason, I can’t remember, I had to go home early this day, and one kid didn’t have a glove. They begged me to leave it so they could keep playing. I originally said “no”, but I was (and still am) really good friends with these guys. I trusted them. After a little while, I relented, and left it with them. I remember telling them not to leave it, how important it was, and that I’d pick it up later.

I never saw that glove again. 30 years later, it makes me sick to my stomach.

 

[pulse]

Someone gave me a 100 bill which I felt odd just spending for a $7 lunch, so I held onto it and was going to use it to place a bet at the Atlantis casino during the tournament. Yes I lost the bill, so if anyone found it there, you’re welcome.

 

[GTO]

This thread should be renamed "Rosebud".

 

[mj4cy]

"I bought a seven-dollar pen because I always lose pens and I got sick of not caring."

-Mitch Hedberg

 

[MeanDean]

About a month ago. Leaving the beach I had my floppy hat on and I usually throw it in the beach bag when I load that in the car. This one time I forgot I had it on. After I got into the driver's seat I realized I had it on, so whipped it off and throw it into the back of the vehicle.

Got home and it's nowhere to be found. It evidently blew out of one of the back windows on the drive home. It was actually a fairly expensive hat from one of those big-ass fishing/hunting stores. Like $40.

 

[mywayorcyway]

My dad played fast pitch softball when i was a kid. He had this beautiful Wilson A2000 glove he used playing shortstop. He took such great care of that glove. Oiled it regularly, always worked the pocket and kept a sotfball in it at all times. He had an obsession about that glove. As a military man, I understood the obsession, respected and appreciated it.

When a ball hit that glove, it was like there was a magnet in there. It automatically closed. Nothing was getting out of it once the ball hit the pocket, but it was super easy to open, pull the ball out and throw. This glove was perfect.

When his playing days were over, he handed it down to me. He also made sure I treated that glove with as much respect as he did.

One day, I was at the park with friends playing baseball. We did this frequently. For some reason, I can’t remember, I had to go home early this day, and one kid didn’t have a glove. They begged me to leave it so they could keep playing. I originally said “no”, but I was (and still am) really good friends with these guys. I trusted them. After a little while, I relented, and left it with them. I remember telling them not to leave it, how important it was, and that I’d pick it up later.

I never saw that glove again. 30 years later, it makes me sick to my stomach.

That sucks, dude. Sorry.

 

[weR138]

This thread is better with pics...

I had this watch and lost it when I was about eight. I'm struggling to think of something I cared about more that I lost but I can't.

https://images.app.goo.gl/zYoLEAFGAVzJbTxN6

 

[madguy30]

Not really lost like don't know what happened to it lost...but not forgotten either.

Tball tournament, 3rd gradeish. I went to change in the bathroom that was basically a pit toilet into some different clothes after my game, and had new Nike shoes that I had just gotten.

I must have just put the shoes on a shelf or something and when I got my clothes on, I noticed one shoe was missing...looked down, and there it was...down 'there' in all of 'that'.

My dad (jokingly....I think) offered to hold me by my ankles and lower me down there to grab it but I declined the offer.

Drove by that park recently and was reminded of that day.

 

[Sousaclone]

My dad played fast pitch softball when i was a kid. He had this beautiful Wilson A2000 glove he used playing shortstop. He took such great care of that glove. Oiled it regularly, always worked the pocket and kept a sotfball in it at all times. He had an obsession about that glove. As a military man, I understood the obsession, respected and appreciated it.

When a ball hit that glove, it was like there was a magnet in there. It automatically closed. Nothing was getting out of it once the ball hit the pocket, but it was super easy to open, pull the ball out and throw. This glove was perfect.

When his playing days were over, he handed it down to me. He also made sure I treated that glove with as much respect as he did.

One day, I was at the park with friends playing baseball. We did this frequently. For some reason, I can’t remember, I had to go home early this day, and one kid didn’t have a glove. They begged me to leave it so they could keep playing. I originally said “no”, but I was (and still am) really good friends with these guys. I trusted them. After a little while, I relented, and left it with them. I remember telling them not to leave it, how important it was, and that I’d pick it up later.

I never saw that glove again. 30 years later, it makes me sick to my stomach.

I did something similar.

Back when I was playing T-Ball I got to use my dad's old glove from when he was a kid. After one of the games (maybe my sister was playing a game after?) I was over playing on a bulldozer that was at the fields for something. Had his old glove, set it down somewhere and never saw it again (I was more interested in the bulldozer then T-Ball to be honest).

Still feel bad about that especially with my nephews liking baseball

 

[BoxsterCy]

Thats not how you spell virginity.

Regret that to. Should have saved myself for the right gal.

 

[JMA1125]

A few weeks ago I got to the end of a tube of Chapstick BEFORE I lost it. That’s the first and probably last time I’ll ever accomplish that.

 

[Bocy]

I've lost countless pairs of sunglasses, and am completely incapable of retaining them. I've had two nice pairs in my life - one my girlfriend bought me, which I held onto for around six months. That is by far the longest I have kept a pair.

I order cheap aviators from Amazon in bulk. I should probably put it on subscribe and save.

If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you were some kind of weird doppelganger of me, based on your 2 posts.

My list:

1. The Millennium Falcon from the original Star Wars toy line. We got it at some garage sale, and I played with it at our farm for a year or 2. Then it just kind of magically vanished. I scoured the entire farm everywhere for it for years, but could never find it again. Fun fact: I almost went to college for archaeology because of this. I changed my mind my senior year of high school.

2. Sunglasses. I also buy several cheap pairs off Amazon a year, because I probably lose something like 3-4 pair a year. Not sure how they just vanish, but I"ll never buy an expensive pair.

3. High school sophomore year basketball shoes. Everybody just threw their gym bags on the floor in front of the gym each morning if you had PE that day. One day, my super-expensive (to me at the time) $40 basketball shoes are not in my bag. The very next day, I see a guy in the freshman class wearing my shoes. I explained to the principal, who did absolutely nothing. I didn't technically lose them; they were stolen, but to this day, it still pisses me off. We couldn't afford another pair of shoes, so I had to slum it for the next year.

4. Other. We moved to a new house in the late 80's. As we were cleaning it out to sell some 17 or so years later, I found my first pair of glasses I had ever owned, as well as some cheap 10-cent plastic toy rabbit I had received for like a spelling contest or whatever, in 4th grade. I put them and some other things into a box, and after a week or two, realized I didn't have the box. I guess I must have just left it at the house, because I never found it. No monetary value; just sentimental.

Apologies for the long post.

 

[oldman]

I lost my wedding ring when I was in my parents backyard. My dad and I had caught a bunch of fish and were cleaning them, so I took it off -- never to be seen again!

 

[BoxsterCy]

In Orlando with a gal for a sun vacation in the early 1980's. I wanted to buzz over to the Cape Canaveral for a shuttle launch before we had to head to the airport. Gals wanted to hang by the pool and told me to take the rental but she'd kill me if we missed our flight. So I take the short fused roadtrip. Pulled off the road with a bunch of other cars. As soon as the shuttle launched I did the u-turn and hauled ass back to the hotel in Orlando to pick up tanning nurse and grab our luggage. While in the parking lot this couple got out of another car, saw me and said "Hey, dude, you left your hat at the Cape". They had my Corps of Engineers hat, guess I had taken it off and placed it on my car and forgot it when I made my dash back to Orlando. Weird that they would have picked it up and ended up at the same dinky like La Quinta in Orlando. Still have da hat somewhere.

 

[mj4cy]

Not a lost, but more of a lucky find post:

1. Lost my ID at the very top of Peak 8 at Breckenridge.....Breckenridge calls me when I get home to tell me they found it...I knew a guy that was out skiing after the week I went and he brought it back to me.

2. Lost my ID again at Park City last year. Lost this one off the beaten path through some trees. 30 minutes later, a guy randomly notices a twinkling of something on the snow from the sunlight and goes over to see that it was my ID. The part that really blows my mind was the guy was in my ski group but wasn't with me on the run earlier...just randomly found it!

 

[cmjh10]

My virginity, my patience, and my hair. All because of 1 person...

 

[Gunnerclone]

I got a sweet Utah Jazz SnapBack in NYC at Jimmy Jazz last summer. I rode my bike to a Crew game later in the summer and I had it attached to my rear top bag. It made it to the game but then I got hammered so I must not have secured it well enough when we rolled out after the game. When I got to the first bar post-game it wasn’t there. I just wore my helmet for the rest of the night.

 

[CYdTracked]

I lose so many things at work that I've started just ordering many duplicates of all the tools I use. I actually think it's more efficient than spending the time to find things. For three designers we now have five or six of the same tool, art supply or gadget for most things, three to actually use and another two or three that can be temporarily lost in the chaos. Things get found eventually at the same rate other things get lost, we never have to look for anything anymore and it's not a constant "where is the ____" or "who took the _____".

This sounds like my garage work bench. Can never find certain tools when I need them so wind up buying a new one when I cant find it. When I finally get around to cleaning out and organizing the garage wind up with 2 or 3 of several tools once I discover where I had misplaced them.