I think I am going crazy! A couple of hours ago, I went to the supermarket to get some nice treats for the Red Sox vs. A´s game later that night. I bought a couple of Red Bulls, a Fleischwurst (Sausage), Zigarettes, Tea (for my GF
) and some other stuff. When I got home, my GF
took the bag and searched for her Tea, but found my Fleischwurst. She reached for it, held it in front of me and started b*tching. (It was kind of funny, because her mouth was still numb after a four hour treatment at the dentist today!) She mumbled something like "bad", "doctor", "heart" and "My mom". But she put the Fleischwurst in the fridge and as soon as she got her tea, she went to the livingroom.
An hour ago, I went to the fridge to get the Fleischwurst. But it wasn´t there. So I went to our livingroom and asked my GF
if she, by any chance, had any clue where the Wurst might have gone. She looked at me and with a straight face told me, that she hasn´t anything to do with the disapperance of the Wurst. And I believe her. She is a very straight and honest woman who wouldn´t lie.
Long story short. The Wurst is gone. But I found the bill from the supermarket. Everything I bought is listed. Everything else but the Fleischwurst. The only reply by my GF
was: "Not again!"
In November ´11 we went to Edinburgh for a five day trip. Back then, it wasn´t dangerous to wear a Hoodie and so I wore my Red Sox Hoodie for the flight to EDI
. On the way to the rental car company my GF
took a picture of me wearing the Hoodie. We spent five wonderful days with beautiful weather in EDI
, recharging our batteries. On the last night we ordered room service and just enjoyed the last hours in Scotland. The next morning I packed our suitcase but I couldn´t find my Hoodie. I looked everywhere. I went ballastic and raised f*cking hell! My favorite Hoodie stolen! My GF
called the reception and after a few minutes the Manager paid us a visit. He was very sorry and apologized a couple of times and called the cleaning ladies, if they would know something. They did not. The Hoodie was gone.
On the way to the airport I spoke maybe ten words. A perfect trip destroyed by a frigging thug.
When we got back home what did we find in our living room, on a chair? My Hoodie! We checked our camera and searched the photo my GF
had taken after our arrival in EDI
but it wasn´t on the memory card. If you would check CCTV form DUS
from the first day of our trip, you would see me walking around in my Hoodie.
I was approached by a fellow Red Sox Fan who was heading back to the States. We talked for about ten minutes about the epic failure of the Red Sox in September, about the situation in the clubhouse during games and that he was surprised to see a Red Sox Fan on the other side of the pond. This is proof that I wore the Hoodie on that day. But we don´t have an explanation for the fact that the Hoodie was back at home.
We told friends the story but they didn´t believe us. So we decided not to tell anyone else. Until tonight.
Anyone out there who might have had a similar experience?
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