It was a lazy weekend. Kiddo and I woke up late and by the time we finished our routines it was closer to noon than to morning. The hubby was not home. He is an early riser. Yes even on weekends :-O. Even that early bird which catches the worm stretches a bit on weekends. Sigh so much for me whose idea of weekend or any holiday for that matter is just sleep.
I placed myself comfy on the couch and the toddler got busy dismantling the toys he was recently gifted with. That’s when my phone rang . It was him.
“Hello?” I said.
“Where did YOU misplace my credit card !!!??”
I've been asked this question each and every single day of my existence with him that I get worried if he doesn't ;-) Honestly, this question and all the exclamations which translated itself into high frequency emergency tones did not even bother me. Because ever since I've known him, when something went missing, it was always ‘Where did YOU keep it…” .It is never “Do you remember seeing my credit card somewhere” or “Can you help me search this” or “Where did my credit card go I wonder” or anything in that category. It is always ’Where did YOU MISPLACE my credit card’ with an emphasis on YOU and MISPLACE. Because he thinks my favorite hobby is to misplace things. Especially credit cards and other valuables.
I continued, “I don’t know. Where are you? ”
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Where are you? ”
“At the supermarket! My Credit card ! I used it yesterday at the …oh yes! Go check in the car dashboard… NOW!! And call me back.”
I got up slowly…really slowly, picked up the toddler and pressed the lift buttons and went to the basement. I walked towards the usual parking slot and did not find the car there. And then I realized.
The phone rang again.
“Did you go to the basement? Did you search in the car dashboard or not?”
“Dint you go to the supermarket in that car?” I almost yelled.
“Okay I will check from here” he softly said, and hung up. You will not believe the sudden transformation in the tone of speech :D
P.S: Of course I sounded intelligent when he came home and said that I knew that the car was not here. I did not mention the part where I carried the toddler to the basement to search for it.
For those who are curious to know whether he found it finally, yes. It was safely sitting in one of the 6757325 pockets of the cargo trouser he was wearing at that time.