Now you know not to lend me anything

In my recent sorting things binge, I’ve found the following items that I borrowed from someone more than a year ago:

  • Plumbing wrench
  • Washable plastic picnic plate that includes molded cup holder
  • Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone audio book

I wonder what else is lurking around my house. I guess if it’s only three items, I shouldn’t feel too bad, right? I mean, then it’s not approaching the level of pathology – not like kleptomania or something. And maybe I can partially blame the victims. For example, the plumber’s wrench was brought to my house voluntarily by a friend who was partaking in a cider pressing here and thought the wrench would help out (it did, but that’s a long story, not explained by this photo):

cider pressing
October 2009 cider pressing with slapdash blur effect.

And the picnic plate – full of food – was practically foisted upon me when I had to leave a party early due to a migraine. No one with a migraine should be expected to remember anything for the rest of their lives, as they need to focus all of their energy on never being in so much pain again. Right?

I’ve got no excuse for the Harry Potter one except pure carelessness, though. I went past that lender’s house every week day for the first six or so months I’d borrowed it. So how I never remembered to return it is beyond me. I guess I am so caught up in the big worries of the world, like Voldemort taking over as governor of my state, that I forget petty little things like returning books. Unless it’s too the library, because they charge 25 cents a day.

So, let me know if you’ve lent me anything I haven’t returned. Chances are, I don’t even know about it.

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