Lost and found
A happy story (in the end) for you all.

I'm about 7 or 8 and my mum's Morris Traveller had to go into the garage. But the only garage that would take it was two bus rides away. So mum picked me up from school and we got on the bus to go and collect the car.

We get home and I realise that I no longer have my lunchbox with me. This is especially distressing as we had all been given sweets and prizes that day, all of which were in the lunchbox. We summise that I must have left it on the bus and I cry myself to sleep.

The next morning I wake up and go downstairs. As I enter the back room, there is my lunchbox with all it's contents plus a basket of girly stuff like cream and makeup and a note from the fairies saying they found my lunchbox and returned it to me with a special gift because I'm such a special girl.

I believed this until I was told by my sister some months later that my dad had gone to the bus depot when mum told him about what happened and collected the lunchbox from lost property, gone and bought the basket of goodies and written the note that went with it.
( Joliet, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 12:38, 5 replies)

aw
That was such a sweet thing for your dad to do :)
(lei, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 12:50, closed)

*click*
for the sig. Best laugh of the day so far.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 12:56, closed)

My Dad....
Would have smacked me silly for losing the bloody thing!

arsehole!
(Lip Up Fatty Fatty Reggae still loves BBQ food on, Fri 15 Aug 2008, 13:06, closed)

Awww...
That's sweet.
*Click*
(Prof. Moriarty put his foot in it on, Sun 17 Aug 2008, 1:03, closed)

I like the story
I love the sig.
(Jugular, Wed 20 Aug 2008, 12:41, closed)