I thought for sure I lost this knife yesterday!
I was wearing shorts, and the front pockets on them go "in" more than "down". I thought "maybe I shouldn't carry THIS knife in these shorts".... I went ahead and did it anyway.
We had a birthday party for my Dad and my wife baked him a cake and I made homemade chili and cornbread (one of his favorites).
When we got home from the grocery store, my knife was gone. I immediately felt sick. I was in panic mode, but I had to hold it together and cook for my Dad's party. I figured it had just fell out in the car.
After the party was all said and done, I went out to the car and looked everywhere... No knife. I went in the house and looked everywhere I had been. No knife. I was just about to go to Kroger and look around (which I knew would have been futile and heartbreaking). My son said "hey Dad - you sat in that chair over there earlier. I know you looked all through the couch, so you might want to try looking there"... I didn't think I had sat in that chair all day. I instantly thought it would be a waste of time.
I picked up the keys and was headed for the door. My son had gone on upstairs to go to bed. Just for the heck if it, I stuck my hand down in the left side of that chair, and I'll be dipped if it wasn't in there! As soon as my hand hit it, I knew!
I ran upstairs and told my son (and my wife) that I had found it, and that it was right where my son said it was! I thanked him very much, and sat down and told him the reason I was so upset was that I wanted to pass this knife on to him. And then I wanted him to pass it down to his son.... The air got a little dry for both of us for a while. I gave him a big hug, and went to bed. Relieved!