And Then, A Pen Theory...

I gave the pen in the car some thought and came up with this theory. That’s ‘theory’ not ‘theorem’ which is, I believe, some sort of measure of gas. On reflection, it could have a loose connection to wot follows.

Anyhoo, here goes. When I made my note at stop one, I may have flipped the pen onto the seat upon exiting the car.

When I re-entered the car I failed to notice the pen and sat on it.

During the drive to stop two, I may have, probably did as I usually do, encountered a traffic situation that triggered one of they bottom clenching nervous reactions which resulted in my cheeky bits grabbing the pen. And there it remained, firmly lodged and secreted by said cheeky bits, for the rest of the day. How embarrassing is that then?

I’m guessing that much later, after sitting back in the seat on completion of all my fruitless searching, and relaxing somewhat as the car wasn’t actually moving and also in the sad realisation that the pen sure did seem to be gone, it popped free from the confines of it’s previously vice-like grip and deposited itself back upon the seat unnoticed by me as I sulkily withdrew.

My only problem with that idea is the fact the pen was aligned port to starboard when I found him and I’m pretty sure I would’ve noticed a pen jammed crosswise between my tender
bottom bits.  All I can think/hope is that it rolled and assumed that position after the drop.

Farfetched? Absolutely, but if so, where does that leave ghostly ideas then? It’s the best real world explanation I can come up with at this time.

Oh, wait, there’s one more possible explanation; my eyesight is failing dramatically with old age. You know what? That just might be the answer.

Quote;  Benjamin Franklin.

“Lost time is never found again.”