My can of tennis balls has been missing for months. Ever since I packed up my workspace and everything moved around.
So buy another can, you say. Nuh-uhh. I have a can. They’re just missing. I’m stubborn that way.
And I’ve looked everywhere. Twice.
So today I’m sitting down to finish reading the Gospel accdg. to John in the Bible and I am between chaps, right after Christ opens the blind man’s eyes.
I bookmark my spot and turn my head and look in the open closet and the can of tennis balls is looking back at me from behind a shoebox.
I SWEAR they were not there before. Because I took out the shoebox that was in front of them many times, and they were not there.
Does stuff like this happen to you?