Pt. 2 of 'Creepy Shit That's Happened to Pigeony'
For my 10th Christmas, my cousin – my best friend – got me an ID bracelet. It was a cheap thing, all gold plate over nickel, with my initials engraved in the front and ‘Marry (yes, misspelled) Christmas. Love, Jeff’ (for that is his name) engraved on the underside. I put the bracelet on and it swiftly because my good luck charm. For years I wore it and, after my aunt’s unfortunate passing, I vowed never to remove it in order to ‘keep her memory alive’. It was like grief displacement – as long as I wore that bracelet, she would be OK and I didn’t have to cry.

Year later, we were out zipping around a lake on my cousin’s boat; my bracelet, at this point, had turned to tatters with gold flecks. My initials had been reduced to mere scratches, but yet, I would never remove it. I stuck my arm in the water to feel the splash, then felt the bracelet rip itself off. It skipped over the top of the waves, then sank. IT WAS GONE, 30 feet down on the murky bottom of Lake Michigan, there was no mistaking it.

I was beside myself with teenage grief. For days I cried, then I resorted to praying. Not being the Christian sort, it was more like begging to the ether, but I gave it a try.

A couple of days later, my mom walked into my bedroom when I was sleeping.

“Pidgeony, why’ve you been crying all week?”

“Sob cry weep moan, I lost Jeff’s bracelet!!”

“Oh, you mean this one? I just found it in the cushions of the sofa.”

(…)

And it was that self-same bracelet, same misspelling, same shite worn-out look, same pattern of gold flecks. A close inspection revealed that my parents had not purchased me a new one to sate my teenage sadness; my good-luck bracelet, the one that held my aunt’s memory, somehow made its way out of the water, travelled 100 miles and landed in the cracks of my mum’s sofa.
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 11:19, 3 replies)

It happened to me too
A few months ago I bought a laptop (Del XPS M1530) which has a little remote control which plugs into a slot on the right hand edge of the machine. One day I picked up the laptop and noticed the slot was empty. I turned my flat inside out, repeatedly, for about a week until I finally concluded I must have accidentally placed the remote between some magazines and unwittingly thrown it out with the rubbish.

I then remember reading that if you lose something then politely ask out loud for it to be returned it sometimes works so I gave it a try. Within days I picked up my laptop and the remote was back in it's slot snug as a bug.

I should add that between asking for its return and finding it back in place I was the only person in my flat. It still makes my hair stand on end thinking of it.
( Slippery Jim Seeking a psychotic lady for fun & sex & crime., Thu 3 Jul 2008, 14:30, closed)

Damn
So if I asked sweetly for my virginity (etc etc etc...)
(TheSnark oh, c'mon, like you didn't see me coming, Thu 3 Jul 2008, 15:06, closed)

Hmmm...
I think it only works for things that were taken without consent :-)
( Slippery Jim Seeking a psychotic lady for fun & sex & crime., Fri 4 Jul 2008, 5:12, closed)