I have become That Person.
I was at work, drinking my coffee and getting ready to start on invoices. And I couldn’t find my glasses. I was frantically searching my desk, but they weren’t in the case, not in my in-box, not on my desk. In desperation, but feeling slightly silly, I call out to my administrative assistant, who sits around the corner from me:”Karyn! I can’t find my glasses!”
K: (after a slight pause) “Are they on top of your head?”
Me: (after checking, because that’s happened before, hence K’s pause) “No”
K: “Did you leave them in the kitchen?
Me: “No” (I know this without checking, because I went to the kitchen to get coffee and definitely didn’t have my glasses on for that because I can’t walk with them on, it makes me dizzy. And we already established they aren’t on my head, therefore: not in the kitchen.)
K: “Did you leave them in the bathroom?”
Me: “eww, no.”
I’m still looking around my office for them, so she gets up from her desk to walk into my office to help me look and as she passes the window she points at my desk and says, “They are right there.”
Me: (with rising panic because this is what I feared) “Where?? I don’t see them!”
K: (another slight pause, and this time I can tell she’s holding in laughter) “Right there, next to your coffee cup.”
Almost quite literally TOUCHING my coffee cup, which is never far from my hand. The coffee that I had almost fully consumed while I searched, so I’d been lifting and replacing the mug in pretty much the same spot, right next to the very glasses I couldn’t find.