Long, long ago when we paid off the Honda, we were in possession of the actual vehicle title. It was an exhilarating time – financial freedom and all that. At least, it must have been. I don’t remember. (‘Not remembering’ is crucial to this story.)
What I do remember, is that we were about to go away on some sort of trip, and I was nervous about leaving the title in the house. (Y’know – criminals are always on the lookout for vehicle titles.) So before we left, I hid it.
I hid it really, really well.
I have actually looked for it off and on throughout the years. In fact, I even mentioned it to Lloyd once. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “They can print another one.”
Fast forward to today. He went to the bank this morning to get it from the safe deposit box. “Only the truck title is in there,” he said. I said, aghast, “You know this story! It is epic! I hid that title really, really well! It is the most hidden thing in the world!”
We spent part of our evening looking for it, with Lloyd saying he would have done a much better job hiding it, because we would have found it by now. Really, Lloyd? Really? Is that how hiding works?
Amateur.