Last night around 10:30 I got a call from my landlord. When I saw his name on my phone, I dreaded the anticipated conversation. "I notice you've been home during the day the last couple of weeks. What's going on?" I'm sure eventually I'll have the "I've been laid off" conversation with him, but I wasn't in the mood to have it last night. I answered the phone anyway.
"John, I know it's late to be calling but I saw the light on in your apartment..."
"No, no, it's not too late. I was reading."
Here we go.
"I've done it again. I can not find your rent check. I had it with the other rent checks and put it in a pile of papers and now I can't find it. Just your's. I have everybody else's."
This has happened at least once before, perhaps twice. But given the fact that I would much rather have this conversation rather than the one I expected, I was not going to complain. Previously, when he misplaced my check, he did eventually find it beneath his pillow. I have no idea how or why it got there. I am comfortable with certain mysteries in life.