So a few weeks ago, I packed up my suitcase and headed south for a much-needed vacation. I drove out to San Leandro to volunteer, and then headed south on the 5 to Los Angeles. I arrived at my destination, but my host wasn't home, so I brought my suitcase into the apartment, and then sat out by the pool and read a magazine.
Shortly thereafter, said host's neighbors (who share the pool as their front yard) came home. After a round of introductions ("Phoeve, is it?" "No, actually it's 'Phoebe'") (no, I'm really not making that up), they said, "So, is there any chance you might have dropped a black shirt when you brought your stuff in?"
I was puzzled as to why my shirt would be on the front lawn, but when they went back and got it and brought it to me, it was, indeed, my black shirt.
When I unpacked that night, I realized that the bottom of my suitcase had been unzipped, which was how the black shirt had fallen out. "Well," I thought to myself, "Thank goodness they found that shirt! I certainly wouldn't want to lose anything!"
Fast forward to the next morning, when our heroine is once again sitting poolside. Enter (again) the neighbors.
"Hey Phoebe, is there any chance that you might be missing a brown shoe?"
Yep. Probably am.
Indeed, when I went out to my car, there was my brown shoe, right near the rear wheel of my car, on the curb.
I shook my head at myself, and returned it to it's rightful place in my suitcase.
Fast forward to the night I return home to San Francisco after my much-needed vacation. I bring my (fully zipped) suitcase into my apartment, and begin to unpack. Only thing is, when I got to the bottom of the suitcase, there was only the one brown shoe.
Yup. Somewhere between my apartment, my car, and LA, my brown shoe made a getaway.
Oh yeah. And a bra.
The good news, however, is that both were originally purchased at Ross Dress for Less a few years back, and when I visited said store this past week, I found replacements for both.
The BEST part of the story, though, can only be appreciated visually. It appears that my original brown shoes have a first cousin, and that first cousin pair happens to be the pair I found at Ross in this most recent trip.
What are the chances?!