YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY MISS IT – Marilyn Armstrong

Last night, I spent close to an hour looking for something that was exactly where it was supposed to be. It was on the correct shelf, right in front. Nothing was hiding it. It wasn’t behind something or turned the wrong way.

I looked there — twice — and I couldn’t see it. So I looked in all the other places I might possibly have put an unopened package of medication. There’s a cupboard in the kitchen where some stuff is stored. There’s a rack in the bathroom where other supplies are kept. Otherwise, it’s either my medicine cabinet or the cabinet over the john.

I searched the kitchen thoroughly, in the process finding and tossing out several bottles and tubes of prehistoric stuff that had to be at least a decade old and which I didn’t know I still had. But, I didn’t find what I was looking for.

Finally, I began to question if the container for which I was looking existed at all. I thought I’d bought two bottles of this stuff. It’s not expensive, so I would normally buy a couple of them at a time and stash the spare in my cupboard. But maybe I only thought I’d bought a spare. Maybe there was only one.

Before tucking myself into bed, I made a final pass at the cabinet over the toilet, my default location for storing non-prescriptions medications and cosmetics. There it was. Right in the middle. Where I had looked at least three times during the past hour.,

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Despite my tendency to blame it on the dogs or on supernatural wee people, I suspected my eyes had been blind to the container. In a bright yellow box.

In bed, I told Garry I had just spent nearly an hour looking for something that was where it was supposed to be and where I had looked multiple times.

He was sympathetic. “Yes,” he said, “It happens.” So. Is it my eyes refusing to see what’s obviously there? Or is my brain unable (temporarily) to register information?

Or maybe … it really is those pesky, wee brownies, fairies, and pixies messing with me.



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18 replies

  1. It’s those people who live between Mondays and Tuesdays. They always come in then an cast their spells.

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  2. Pissed off ‘Borrowers” (I don’t know if you’re familiar with that series of children’s books) took it and then fearing exposure, put it back again. That’d be MY story and I’d stick to it. I’m with ES up there, that white barcode (which is really really large) might have tricked your mind/eyes into not seeing what was right in front of you. And I’ve done that before myself. At least you didn’t go charging out into the night and the dark and buy some more…

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  3. Gee, that big white label with the ugly barcode is covering half of the bright yellow box. No wonder it was invisible…

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    • I don’t read barcodes. There was a Coca-Cola contest, but you had to use your “smartphone” to scan it. Mine won’t do that, mainly because I won’t pay for it. But the prize isn’t all that great anyhow.

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  4. I’ve been told I do this because I’m old, but I’m not old I’m only 79.

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  5. Definitely pixies making mischief.

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  6. even worse is having something in your hand, needing to put it down for a few minutes and then reaching where you thought you put it only to find it’s not there.

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  7. I think it’s leprechauns.

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  8. It happens to me so often. Very natural thing to have happened.

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