A Propensity Toward Loss

This post is a quote from my former roommate's blog.
I really enjoyed it.....


I lose things.
I lose small things. I lose big things. I've lost objects that were in the palm of my hand one minute "prior to loss" and other objects that I had borrowed from someone else. Once upon my lifetime I even lost my parents' vehicle.

Yes, I lost a car.

It was sort of an all time low for me and my propensity toward loss. I had just gotten my drivers' license and wanted to drive our "stick-shift'in" little red Hyundai to my high school so I could feel like a "student with a car." Surprisingly, my Mom actually agreed to let me take it. After school, I left it in the parking lot and walked home. By that point, I had obviously forgotten that I was a "student with a car."

 

Later that evening my Mom called me (I was at a friend's house). She asked me if I knew where the car was. I said, "I have no idea." And I really didn't. I had simply erased the memory......I'm frighteningly good at that.

So my Dad (who was probably swearing up a storm) went walking around the neighborhood searching for our little red Hyundai and found it in the high school parking lot where two of its tires had been slashed.

It was certainly a tragedy of sorts and almost as bad as the 934 times I've lost my keys. Just kidding....I don't really count those instances.....it would probably be more like 12,342 times anyway.