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I seem to have misplaced a check.
This did not used to be a problem. Back when I was in graduate school, I used to tutor a kid once a week for $30 an hour. Her parents paid me with a check every time, and the ink on those bad boys was barely dry before I'd deposited them in my checking account.
The difference, of course, was the fact that I needed those weekly checks to be able to buy groceries, beer, and other necessities.
These days, checks seem to go missing a little bit more often.
For instance, this Sunday I received my paycheck from our synagogue's Sunday school for my teaching in the month of November. At the time, I placed said paycheck in my pocket.
This morning, I thought I might be heading past the bank sometime today, so I searched the pockets of the pants I was wearing Sunday in order to find my check. Of course, it wasn't there. That's because I'm much too smart for my own good. I had put the check in my jewelry box for safe keeping when I realized it was still in my pocket on Sunday night.
After searching for about 10 minutes, I found the check, and did the stupidest possible thing: I did NOT immediately put it in my wallet.
No, I put the dang thing in the book I've been reading to use as a book mark.
At the time, it seemed to be a good "kill two birds with one stone" idea. But then I found myself at the gym with the book on my favorite treadmill, and since I happened to be reading the book at the time, the check suddenly lost its secondary purpose as a book mark. I put the check elsewhere in the book for "safekeeping" which meant that it fell out onto the floor, nearly giving me a heart attack when I couldn't find it later.
Of course, since our Y is just about directly across the street from my bank, that should have been the end of the little check's adventure. But no, I decided after six miles that all I wanted was a bath rather than a trip to the bank. I put the check back into the book, marking my new page, and went along my merry, check-misplacing way.
I was continuing to read the same book in the bath about thirty minutes later when I realized that the check was no longer marking a place. It wasn't floating in the tub, thankfully, because I imagine that might make it a little difficult to deposit it, but it also did not appear to be in any of the usual places one could expect to find a check in this house. (Considering the level of organization in our house, that actually includes a fairly large searching radius.)
As easy as it would be for me to freak out about the missing check, I'm pretty certain that it will turn up. After all, despite my best efforts I was not able to lose it prior to my bath. I don't think the simple addition of water to my absent-mindedness should really make that big a difference.
Now, if only I could figure out where my glasses are...