it’s always… where?
Engineer spent some time on a recent morning looking for a charger for a pair of bluetooth headphones. Or was it an adaptor? I’m not positive: it was a small piece of random disappeared electronica.
He shuffled around in baskets and drawers, moving things and muttering. Finally, he came upstairs, cord in hand.
“Well, I found them. But I think I’m going to keep looking, just so they’re not in the last place I looked.”
Dude cracks me up.
listening to: Pink Martini, Let‘s Never Stop Falling in Love