h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

First, let me explain that I sometimes mix up left and right hand, probably because I was born left-handed but taught to use my right hand when beginning school...

I had a cold, and had just blown my nose thoroughly in a paper tissue. I had the tissue in my left hand and my keys in my right hand. I decided to throw the tissue into the toilet before going out. Absentmindedly I emptied my right hand and flushed - and realized what I had done!

While I was waiting for the foam to dissolve, all sorts of thoughts ran through my head, in panic. What do I do now? Where do I go? Where do I call - the sewage works?

To my relief the keys were too heavy to be have been swept away by the water, and I could reach down and pick them up, cursing myself for doing something so stupid and

oops ---V

I lost my keys. Housekeys and car. I searched everywhere!

Eventually I found them. In the freezer... You tell me!

Freezer? *tries to imagine holding a cold turkey in her left hand instead of tissue*

* Trys to imagine Titania blowing her nose with a cold Turkey *




* wanders off shaking his head and giggling histerically *

*imagines Peta trying to start her car with a popcicle*

I have *no* idea.

But who the hell would look in the freezer for their lost car keys?

BTW - a close friend of mine just found my driving license in a book I'd lent to one of his friends.

I guess I should just give up!

Give up? Never!

*fumbling in the dark, persistently, and - as some might say - pig-headedly*

fumbling in the dark with Titania .... sounds like fun

Where are the Moderators when you need them?

I have done something like this a few times. After dinner going with my plate in hand, throw the knife and fork into the dust bin and put plate into dishwasher. Luckily it only takes a few seconds before I realize it. Also put used plate and such into fridge instead of dishwasher.

A friend of mine confessed the following silliness. He spent his honeymoon on a fairly remote island. The first day, the couple hired a car and drove out to an isolated beach, where they parked the car and spent the entire day having a wonderful time on the beach without meeting a soul. As night began to fall they decided to return to their hotel, only to discover that they couldn't find the car keys. There was just a long beach with a large expanse of sea and sand, and the keys might have dropped anywhere. They searched frantically in the sand, under rocks, in the sea, everywhere, but came up with nothing. By this time it was dark, they couldn't see to search any more, and there was no-one around. The young wife by this time was thoroughly upset and calling him all sorts of things. My friend was stamping his feet and running around and literally jumping up and down in sheer rage, when suddenly he thought he felt something underfoot. He looked down, scrabbled around in the sand, and there on the exact spot he had stopped at, miraculously, were the car keys.

that's pretty incredible.

Lucky though!

I get things mixed up from time to time. Once I scraped the left-over bits from my dinner (chicken bones and stuff) into the washing up water and tried to put the plate in the bin. I didn't realise my mistake until I noticed that the big dinner plate didn't fit...

Obviously I then proceeded with fresh washing up water.

My normal one is getting home after a long day at work and then trying to use my work swipe card on my front door...

Uhh, that guy was lucky. Now could we get the name of the tropical island with an empty beach?

Belshazzar, sounds like a typical case of Borrowing Bogles...

See this entry for details:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/h2g2/guide/A206759

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Sorry, Xanatic, it wasn't tropical, I never said it was tropical, in fact it was on one of the Balearics, still fairly remote at the time, but they've now built several tourist hotels there and probably an airport or two. I guess you can still lose your keys there however.

Ah, well it's possible to lose one's keys anywhere, you know. Or indeed somebody else's.

I'm reminded of a story told by a Special Constable on another forum on the Internet, who was given the keys to a Sergeant's patrol car to go get something out of it. While fumbling with the lock (it was dark and raining), he dropped the keys, bent down to find them and discovered that the Sergeant had parked his car precisely over a drain...

Alternatively, another Special and his partner attended a call, came back to the car and discovered that somehow they'd managed to lock it with the keys still in the ignition.

And apparently it happens to regulars too, before anyone decides the Specials are a collective group of clumsy butterfingers.