Strange little things that have turned up in odd places

[Zulu Romeo]

A very odd thing happened this afternoon at work. I was rummaging in my pocket for no particular reason (fumbling with keys, if you must know) when all of a sudden I felt a new object inside the pocket. I pulled it out, and it turned out to be an old plectrum I had when learning to play the guitar a few years ago.

I had no idea how it got there, or indeed how long it had been in there. The trousers I was wearing indeed were ones I had bought only a few months back, and said trousers and guitar-playing equipment had never been in contact with each other at any time - I hadn't touched the instrument for well over a year now. Heck, the trousers had even been washed about 4 or 5 times too. I didn't even realise the plectrum was missing either - I assumed it was still sitting with the other plectra in my guitar case.

Had I magically conjured it up or teleported the object from my home (45 miles away from work) with the hidden yet immense power of my subconscious mind? (I wasn't even thinking about guitars or music-making at the time... well, not that sort of music making anyway )

Was it a sign from some higher power that this was my true calling in life - being a budding musician, and not some glorified secretary in a dead-end job?

Or did the little thing somehow slip into a small corner of my pocket one idle weekend afternoon without my knowing and stay hidden despite numerous washing machine washes? [This. - someone]

Anyway, it's still with me, and it might, just might, encourage me to try the guitar again this weekend. But has anyone else found something turn up in the oddest of places?

 

[ITL]

This is perfectly normal behaviour for plectrums. I have mislaid every single damn plectrum I have ever owned, yet will occasionally find one lurking around the house somewhere. And it'll be lost again within the week.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

This is perfectly normal behaviour for plectrums. I have mislaid every single damn plectrum I have ever owned, yet will occasionally find one lurking around the house somewhere. And it'll be lost again within the week.

But has one ever turned up in the hip pocket of a semi-unrelated pair of trousers before?

Anyway, it's a little odd that it's turned up now, at this time of all times...

 

[ITL]

This is perfectly normal behaviour for plectrums. I have mislaid every single damn plectrum I have ever owned, yet will occasionally find one lurking around the house somewhere. And it'll be lost again within the week.

But has one ever turned up in the hip pocket of a semi-unrelated pair of trousers before?

Yes. More than once. And I'm not kidding.

 

[backstept]

ah I love that word plectrum . . . plectrum
if you have lots you would have a plethora of plectra
or many colors you would have a spectrum of plectra

more fun than calling it a pick

 

[Bob The Skutter]

You probably found it somewhere, slipped it in the pocket thinking you'd put it back where it should be and then just forgot it ever happened.

 

[RoJoHen]

Sometimes I'll find my underwear in my cat's litter box. I'm not really sure why she puts them there.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

ah I love that word plectrum . . . plectrum
if you have lots you would have a plethora of plectra
or many colors you would have a spectrum of plectra

more fun than calling it a pick

I was hoping it was going to appear in my pocket thanks to some invisible delivery service, then I can call it a thin-air FedEx'd plectrum.

 

[Miss Chicken]

One morning about 15 minutes before he was to leave for school my son told me he couldn't find his homework. We started a search for it looking under the sofa cushions, in his toybox, in his wardrobe, underneath all the beds, in the laundry basket, in the garbage can etc but wer had no luck and he had to leave for school with a note from me saying he had done the homework but we couldn't find it.

I then went in and had my shower, got dress and then I decided to make myself a cup of tea. I went to the fridge to get the milk and I found his homework sitting in the fridge - it was a place I never thought of looking in during our search.

 

[RJDiogenes]

Once, back in the early 80s, on an ominously cloudy day in late September, the low gray sky threatening with thunder, I walked into the Harvard Square T Station just ahead of the rain. An old man in a beaten up Army coat with grizzled white hair was sitting against the wall, playing his old acoustic guitar; the case was open in front of him, a smattering of dimes and quarters inside. He played well, and I was touched by the look of sad resignation on his face. As the Outbound train pulled into the station, I placed a ten spot in the guitar case.

Faster than the eye could follow, the man grabbed my wrist. With an intensity that sent a chill down my spine, he looked into my eyes and said, "Bring Zion the message: Beware the Haunted Plectrum."

I pulled free and stumbled back into the train just as the doors slid shut. When I looked back through the windows, the station was empty.

I never understood what it all meant. Until now.

 

[Asbo Zaprudder]

I suspect that the answer to this conundrum lies in String Theory. It's got to be good for something.

 

[K'Ehleyr]

Once, back in the early 80s, on an ominously cloudy day in late September, the low gray sky threatening with thunder, I walked into the Harvard Square T Station just ahead of the rain. An old man in a beaten up Army coat with grizzled white hair was sitting against the wall, playing his old acoustic guitar; the case was open in front of him, a smattering of dimes and quarters inside. He played well, and I was touched by the look of sad resignation on his face. As the Outbound train pulled into the station, I placed a ten spot in the guitar case.

Faster than the eye could follow, the man grabbed my wrist. With an intensity that sent a chill down my spine, he looked into my eyes and said, "Bring Zion the message: Beware the Haunted Plectrum."

I pulled free and stumbled back into the train just as the doors slid shut. When I looked back through the windows, the station was empty.

I never understood what it all meant. Until now.

That must be the base's of the predicament.

 

[Zulu Romeo]

I suspect that the answer to this conundrum lies in String Theory. It's got to be good for something.

Funnily enough, I also found a small piece of string in that same pocket. However, I can account for that being there, so the mystery continues.

Once, back in the early 80s, on an ominously cloudy day in late September, the low gray sky threatening with thunder, I walked into the Harvard Square T Station just ahead of the rain. An old man in a beaten up Army coat with grizzled white hair was sitting against the wall, playing his old acoustic guitar; the case was open in front of him, a smattering of dimes and quarters inside. He played well, and I was touched by the look of sad resignation on his face. As the Outbound train pulled into the station, I placed a ten spot in the guitar case.

Faster than the eye could follow, the man grabbed my wrist. With an intensity that sent a chill down my spine, he looked into my eyes and said, "Bring Zion the message: Beware the Haunted Plectrum."

I pulled free and stumbled back into the train just as the doors slid shut. When I looked back through the windows, the station was empty.

I never understood what it all meant. Until now.

That must be the base's of the predicament.

And it will happen again.

The old man is clearly someone very familiar to me who tries to play his guitar with the classical left hand positioning, has an unorthodox and stiff double-jointed right hand technique, and specialises in LazyTown songs.

No idea who exactly that might be, except suffice to say it seems like time travel will be invented soon by someone in my lifetime. The power of Ravescene compels them.

 

[K'Ehleyr]

I suspect that the answer to this conundrum lies in String Theory. It's got to be good for something.

Funnily enough, I also found a small piece of string in that same pocket. However, I can account for that being there, so the mystery continues.

Once, back in the early 80s, on an ominously cloudy day in late September, the low gray sky threatening with thunder, I walked into the Harvard Square T Station just ahead of the rain. An old man in a beaten up Army coat with grizzled white hair was sitting against the wall, playing his old acoustic guitar; the case was open in front of him, a smattering of dimes and quarters inside. He played well, and I was touched by the look of sad resignation on his face. As the Outbound train pulled into the station, I placed a ten spot in the guitar case.

Faster than the eye could follow, the man grabbed my wrist. With an intensity that sent a chill down my spine, he looked into my eyes and said, "Bring Zion the message: Beware the Haunted Plectrum."

I pulled free and stumbled back into the train just as the doors slid shut. When I looked back through the windows, the station was empty.

I never understood what it all meant. Until now.

That must be the base's of the predicament.

And it will happen again.

The old man is clearly someone very familiar to me who tries to play his guitar with the classical left hand positioning, has an unorthodox and stiff double-jointed right hand technique, and specialises in LazyTown songs.

No idea who exactly that might be, except suffice to say it seems like time travel will be invented soon by someone in my lifetime. The power of Ravescene compels them.

If he can also play an acoustic version of 'I should have known better' ~ then I will be convinced

 

[RJDiogenes]

It sounded like "The Future's So Bright, I Gotta Wear Shades." With a sarcastic twang.

 

[Jono]

Found an awesome guitar pick at the bottom of a swimming pool once.

Recently my contact lenses case went missing and I found in a shoe box under a pair of shoes...where my cat had taken it and dropped it.

Freakiest thing I found was a groovy sheathed knife under the mattress of a my bed in the shared house I moved into a few years ago. I gave it away just in case it was cursed or a murder weapon.

 

[Luckyflux]

When I was commuting back and forth between New York and New Jersey, I would shuffle and walk along with everyone else commuting. People always resigned to themselves, just focusing on moving forward and getting to wherever they were going to. And it was the perfect opportunity for me to strike.

When you are walking with a large group of strangers, certain "opportunities" are present. My favorite was to try and fling stuff into the bags or pockets of other commuters. Certainly nothing foul such as chewed gum or a nose dart hankie, but simple stupid stuff like a stick of gum. Many times I would take a stick of gum and try to get it into the pocket or bag of a random person. Or take a penny and try to flip into the open bag of a hottie.

I never knew why I liked to do that, but I always wanted to be there for the look of bewilderment when they reached into their pocket and pulled out a mystery piece of Trident.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Strange little things that have turned up in odd places

Like my wife's underwear in my best friend's car? Oh, we laughed and we laughed! The three of us are still trying to figure out how that could have happened!

BTW, I'm taking the two of them rock climbing this weekend. I should be back by Monday.

 

[Supreme Admiral]

Sometimes I'll find my underwear in my cat's litter box. I'm not really sure why she puts them there.

Your cat put your underwear in her litter box!?! Why didn't you put all of your things in more secure place, so she won't be able to put them anymore?

 

[Nardpuncher]

2 years ago I was walking down the street in Winnipeg and there was a 1983 Kenner action figure of General Madine from ROTJ on the sidewalk. It obviously hadn't been there for years, but so odd that some kid was playing with an action figure that old and dropped it randomly. I wonder who the kid thought it was? What with Madine's horrible hair and all.