The Mrs. is still pissed about some new sneakers she bought me I left at a date's house. I somehow left wearing her ex's sandals.
On the reverse card, she's left panties I bought her and loved that are probably being sniffed and wanked to somewhere. Who knows their whereabouts... Panty souveniring is a thing for some men.
I drove some coworkers to lunch one day. One of them found a bra in the back seat and they all knew whomever it belonged to was much too petite to be my wife.
A housecleaner found a ball gag under a bed.
I'm sure I'll think of more.
[quote=calcanfun2]We have size 6 shoes neither of us can identify. Also some male and female singular socks. A roll of Certs breath mints. And a bag of watermelon gummies.
There's more. Just need to take inventory. Haven't even touched on the things left behind yet.[/quote]If you find a koolah, be sure to post it.
When I took a woman that I only had text conversation for 2 weeks on a 2 week road trip, where almost every night was in a different hotel room... things got lost and found.
She packed for two weeks... literally. Car was filled, and just about every bag was moved into our room after check in. For me, some of my stuff never made it to the car on the get go.
Everything was scheduled do to time constraints. Had made my plan to go over 600 miles per day. Some days were less than 400. Get the picture?
One instance was cell-phone. Mine! On our second day on check out... mom who is in early stages of Alzhiemers, texted me for the 1st time ever. It distracted me while I was packing the car. Needless to say... we were on late check out do to having too much fun... we barely had time to get showered. This was going to be common for every stay. Late check in and so late the maid would have to quickly exit with a smile on her face.
While pumping gas half way to our destination in CO, I notice my phone was not anywhere I would normally place it. Being in a dead zone, no outside contact could reach me. Instant oh crap moment. No choice but to haul ass back to where we started at stay. No phone found in room... so unpacking began in parking lot and commenced to TSA bag searches. More like a police search along side of the road without a sniffer dog. I was in a state of panic... the gas station restroom or cashiers counter. All of which was just hunches. I became pissed at myself and looked for maps to just run blindly to the destinations I planned. The door pocket is where I placed my phone. :o/
Ran like a bat out of hell straight to CO. It was 5pm by 12am we were out in the plains of CO in a clear cold as shit night and socked ourselves in for a quick sleep. I think I covered 900 miles with all the delays.
That was the start of things to come. She started collecting rocks and other odd things along our trip. Never seen a sorghum plant so we broke off a segment... only to find her allergies kicked in and tossed it 30 miles down the road.
She was adding while I was loosing. Power cord to my 12 dc cooler. Don't know how it happened when it never left the car, only the cooler was removed. Maybe I should have checked the door pocket? :o/
Then on, one lost a sock, a t-shirt and boxers... not to mention my mind . Maybe I thought I packed them, who knows?
It was a crazy non stop sex drive. One thing I learned... never trust a door pocket.
We have size 6 shoes neither of us can identify. Also some male and female singular socks. A roll of Certs breath mints. And a bag of watermelon gummies.
There's more. Just need to take inventory. Haven't even touched on the things left behind yet.
Many of us have had dates where things get left behind. Some of those stories are hilarious. This thread is for items you might have lost...or found...in the process. Let's hear it. =)
