I found my glasses, not only in the last place I looked, but coincidentally in exactly the same place I had looked a dozen times previously.
I was contemplating removing the engine from my car so that I could search underneath when I put my hand in the space under my radio one last time with no real hope that they’d actually be there. As it turns out, they were there all along.
Who’d have thunk it? Yeah, that’s right, me – at thirteen different times. Does anyone else feel like the universe plays tricks on them?