When we were on our trip to Connecticut and Boston a couple of weeks ago, our expensive Nikon camera went missing. We had just arrived in Stratford and taken my mother-in-law to dinner at a little restaurant on Long Island Sound. After we dropped her back at her house, we drove to our hotel and unloaded the car. We could not find the camera. We looked in every crevice of the trunk. We looked on the floor in the back seat and on the floor in the front seat. I even looked under the seat. No camera. Since we remembered putting the camera in the trunk when we got to the restaurant, we figured we must have accidentally pulled it out of the trunk after we ate when we reached in for something else, and we left it on the street where we parked. I thought sure I would have seen it, though, because it had still been light when we left the restaurant. We called the restaurant to see if anyone had turned it in, but no one had.
We were so upset. The camera was fairly new and quite pricey, and we felt so stupid for losing it. How could we have been so careless? My husband and I spent the next couple of days apart while he attended to family business with his mother and I spent the time with my two best girlfriends. One girlfriend and I even went to Target to price a replacement for the lost camera. When my husband came to get me the next day, I told him we were going to Target and I was going to buy the camera again. I said, “Our camera is gone. It’s not coming back. We are going to buy a new one and get on with our vacation, and we will not talk about the lost camera again.”
We said goodbye to our friends and headed to Target on our way to Boston. About a block from the store, I reached under my seat in one last feeble attempt to find the camera. I felt something like a strap. I pulled on it, and out popped our camera case with the missing camera in it. I held it up. George could hardly hold onto the wheel. “Where did you find it?” he gasped. “It was under the seat,” I told him. “But I know I looked there.” George pulled into the parking lot. “Show me where you found it!” I got out of the car and looked under the seat. There was a little well there, a dip in the floor, and because it had been dark when we had searched the car, I hadn’t been able to see the camera case hiding in it. We were both giddy with relief. Then our giddiness turned to confusion. I know we had put the camera in the trunk, so how had it ended up under my seat? I also know I was not the one who had taken it out of the trunk, so that had to have been George. He didn’t remember removing the camera from the trunk, and I don’t remember him giving me the camera, but that is exactly what had to have happened. The missing camera was the topic of conversation for a week.
Fast forward to this past weekend and our visit to my brother’s. Friday night my brother and sister-in-law and my husband and I decided to go to a movie. Everyone but my sister-in-law was sitting in the car, waiting to leave. We waited. And waited. And waited. My brother went inside to find out what was keeping my sister-in-law. “I can’t find my glasses,” she said, in a panic. George and I got out of the car and went inside to help with the search. Kathy found her glass case, but her glasses were not in them. With some careful questioning by my brother to get my sister-in-law to retrace her steps, she finally located them on the nightstand next to their bed. We were able to make the movie just in time.
The next morning, however, when we came down to breakfast, Kathy had her glasses but couldn’t find her glass case. She searched all over the house. We all laughed because it was the opposite of the night before. This time, though, she couldn’t find the case anywhere in the house. “Maybe they’re under your seat in the car like our camera,” I joked. “You never know,” she laughed, though she was sure she had not taken her glass case with her the night before. For good measure, she went to the garage and came back laughing, glass case in her hand. “Guess where I found this?” she said, dumbfounded. From now on, if anything disappears, we are all going to check in that black hole under our car seat.