Grandpa Klepto

Not really.

:-D

I just thought it would make a good title.

Alyssa and I each got a brand new cell phone last week. Mine was a replacement for the one I've had for three years, and hers is a new line. I wanted her to have one to keep in touch now that she's started school. She'll be driving soon, too, and I like that extra bit of security.

I gave her the phone, charger and manual and told her to put them in her bedroom. So of course she tossed the charger up on a built in cabinet thing in the living room.

We call it the catch-all for obvious reasons.

Bob had a new phone, too. He used the outlet behind my computer desk to charge it. The desk is right by the catch-all.

To make things even more confusing, Eric has a new cell phone from work. Guess where he charges it... go on, guess.

So his charger was up there, too.

When Bob packed up to leave, he grabbed a charger. The damn things all look alike... well, except for the part that plugs into the phone. THOSE are all different.
Evidently, he walked by later, said to himself, "Hmm, I wonder if I grabbed my charger." and took another one.

Neither one was his.

We have his. He has Eric's and Lyssa's. In Louisiana.

I'll add getting our chargers back to the list of shit I need to do.