I went to the Librabry to return a book..
I opened up my bag, but it wasn't there. Damnations! I'd lost it! I sulkily left the library and began to retrace my steps so I could find it. It wasn't in the last class I was in or the one before. I surmised that it could be in my locker so I checked that, but no dice. I sensed defeat, but there was a small chance that it could be at home. Slim, but worth a shot. I got home that afternoon and searched high and low, but it was no where to be seen. I resolved myself to the fact it was gone and I'd have to pay to have it replaced. An unplanned debt like this was going to put a dent in my already tight budget.

The next day my girlfriend and I were having lunch together when half way through she reached into her bag and said, 'You left this at my house'. Success!! I'd found it. After lunch I headed to the library and handed over the book. The librarian took a look at the cover remarked, 'Oh, another Stephen King fan'.

And that is the story of how I almost lost it.
(The Archduke of South London I'm in your Girlfriend eating her organs, Tue 26 Jul 2011, 12:55, Reply)