I once set my pen down in the center of my book and turned the page. Then I looked for my pen. I flipped pages. I held the book up and shook it. No sign of the pen. I pulled out another pen. (People who lose things tend to keep spares.)
After a while, I turned the page back a single sheet. THERE IT WAS!!
I was 18 at the time. Now at least I have a better excuse.
I once set my pen down in the center of my book and turned the page. Then I looked for my pen. I flipped pages. I held the book up and shook it. No sign of the pen. I pulled out another pen. (People who lose things tend to keep spares.)
After a while, I turned the page back a single sheet. THERE IT WAS!!
I was 18 at the time. Now at least I have a better excuse.