Originally posted by inlineidiot
Ya do know of course...If ya drop a certain part on the deck...simply drop an identical part in the near vicinity..Presto.!!!..The missing part is found.!!
Yeah, what is with that, idiot??? When I go through my garage and I am looking for a certain part and just ‘bout the time when I start feeling like an idiot, it is as if I am magnetically draw to a certain shelf, and if I look hard enough, sure enough, the damn thing appears. What is with that, idiot?

Don't get me wrong idiot, it is not as if I am superstitious, I am not an idiot, I know better, you are the idiot and I do not want to take that title away from you. But what is with the part appearing after you give up looking?

And HEY, idiot, the thing doesn't stop there. The damn thing follows me into the kitchen, idiot! I go to the fridge........... don't laugh, idiot, I know you are with me on this. I kid you not! I am scared to death of asking my wife for the thing which is right in front of my nose. I do not want to look like YOU.

You know what happens to a guy after a while of being called an idiot once to often...>>> you start believing it, you internalize it! You actually think it is within your name!!! It is as if it is your calling, your character!

Anyways, I go to the fridge, idiot, I open the door, and all I need is ketchup. I have the potato fries in one hand, and the door in the other. The light is on, but it is as if nobody is home. My wife is watching TV in the other room and she can not see me. I have been here many times before. I look in the door, then glance on the shelves of the fridge, and sure enough the damn thing is gone!

I consider for a moment of calling out to my wife, but my former confrontations have taught me to shut up. I have been called an idiot once to often and this is the time, yes this is the day that things will turn around for me. I will conquer.

Just then she appears around the corner. I am devastated! She asks me, “what are you looking for dear”? I reply, “nothing sweetie, I was just taking inventory”!

She pours herself a glass of water and heads back to the other room. The fridge door is now closed. I decide that it is safe and I open the door to the fridge once again, she hears the door opening and says, “can I help you with anything”? I bravely say, “Nope, just looking”.

Now I proceed to hold the plate of fries next to the shelves, nothing, I hold it next to the shelves in the door, nothing. I give up. I close the door and I place the plate on the counter next to me and guess what I see. What is with that, idiot?