So having kid most of you may under stand the "Have you seen my ...." where the item in question is in plain sight in an obvious spot
In our family I dub that person "Worst Searcher Ever".
Fast Forward to tonight, unpacking still and getting ready to fire up some 308 in brand new Peterson brass. The first 50 are sitting right by the press, the second 50 are....Lost.
I get the floodlights on in the reloading room. I go through each and every shelf item by item. I go to my office and search through the remaining boxes. I search the ammo stash. The powder stash. I clean up my office and find my old digital calibers. I find 200 new 6.5 manbun brass.
I get out the flashlight and search everything AGAIN to make sure it's not lurking in a corner. I totally get OCD and cannot rest even though I have plenty of 308 brass, but I MUST FIND THE MISSING BRASS.
Having learned that I get pissed and obsessed when shit goes missing (son still taunts me about a missing box of Bergers that I totally lost my shit over) I call down wife and daughter to give assistance.
I pull out the box and say it looks lik this, showing her the existing box, cat runs in, I turn around to grab the cat and there, on the brass shelf is the second box. In front.
WORST FUCKING SEARCHER EVER
taunting may now commence....
In our family I dub that person "Worst Searcher Ever".
Fast Forward to tonight, unpacking still and getting ready to fire up some 308 in brand new Peterson brass. The first 50 are sitting right by the press, the second 50 are....Lost.
I get the floodlights on in the reloading room. I go through each and every shelf item by item. I go to my office and search through the remaining boxes. I search the ammo stash. The powder stash. I clean up my office and find my old digital calibers. I find 200 new 6.5 manbun brass.
I get out the flashlight and search everything AGAIN to make sure it's not lurking in a corner. I totally get OCD and cannot rest even though I have plenty of 308 brass, but I MUST FIND THE MISSING BRASS.
Having learned that I get pissed and obsessed when shit goes missing (son still taunts me about a missing box of Bergers that I totally lost my shit over) I call down wife and daughter to give assistance.
I pull out the box and say it looks lik this, showing her the existing box, cat runs in, I turn around to grab the cat and there, on the brass shelf is the second box. In front.
WORST FUCKING SEARCHER EVER
taunting may now commence....