On Monday morning I was getting ready for work. I was excited, because I had just gotten my this fancy new MP3 player, and I was going to listen to it on my drive in. I stuck the MP3 player (and the cable for it) in the top of my briefcase, brought my briefcase up from the basement to the kitchen, sat it on the kitchen counter, and poured myself a quick cup of coffee. A few seconds later, I was heading out the door.
Only the cable for my MP3 player was now gone, missing from my briefcase. I needed the cable to hook up the MP3 player to my car stereo, so I was a little frustrated. I looked in my briefcase, it wasn't there. I walked back inside, past everyone waving to me, and went downstairs and looked for it.It wasn't in the kitchen, or in the basement. The cable wasn't anywhere. I scratched my head and went off to work without it.
A few days later Kathleen calls me and tells me that the cable was in the basket of toilet paper in the bathroom, under all the rolls of toilet paper. I took me a while but I figured out what had happened. Sam must have crept up to my briefcase while we were all standing there, plucked the cable out of my briefcase, and squirreled it away in the bathroom for later play. All of this rught under my nose. Of course then he forgot about it, or never bothered to get it again. Sneaky little Sammy-boo.