25th July 2013 4:55 am
Right now, something funny happened. A few minutes earlier I
went out of my room to tell my mother I was going to sleep and I see my father
half-running across the lounge. Naturally, I ask him what was wrong since my
father does not freak out unnecessarily.
He could not find his wallet. I started looking for it too.
Basically in all the places father was checking around the third time because
under pressure he tends to not see what is right in front of him. Mother comes
upstairs, after having looked for it downstairs.
Father recounts when he last used his wallet. Then, Mother
and Father go downstairs and they talk to Grandmother about something or the
other, probably recounting the events after Father last used his wallet.
Meanwhile I am upstairs, still looking in places Father has already
triple-checked. I go into the washroom, look through the clothes he had changed
into after office, nada. Look through one front and one back pocket of the pant
Father wore to office the previous day, nil. Look through the other back
pocket, the pant is hanging on the hook from that pocket, I pull it away and
shove my hand in, bingo!
I go to the staircase and yell “I found it!” and Mother and
Father are all like “From where?” “The pant Father wore to office, the pant he
was wearing when he last took money out of his wallet.”
Father is very surprised and keeps saying he checked the
pant three times and Mother says she checked it too and very thoroughly at
that. And that is shocking, because you would not expect my Mother to miss
something right in front of her; Father on the other hand, not so much.
He freaks out over the fact that he cannot find his phone
just five minutes after handing it to me himself after I asked for it. That’s
just how he is.
Oh well, it was just really funny and I thought I’d type it
while it is still fresh in my mind.
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