Looking for that Receipt

Like many married couples, Janelle always wants it warmer than what I like. This means that as summer heats up, I get unbearably hot, and Janelle becomes happier. To help appease me as summer starts arriving we decided to use a Wal-Mart gift card we'd been saving and buy a fan. When it broke only a few days after we got it, I was disappointed, but not terribly so, since I knew we could get a full refund.

I unplugged the fan and asked Janelle for the receipt.

"You haven't taken out the recycling yet, right?" she asked.

"Why? Did you throw it out?"

"Yeah, I am pretty sure I did, but at least we still have it, right? It is just somewhere in our recycling."

Knowing that it just as well could have been me who tossed the receipt, I earnestly went to work this morning going through our entire garbage bag of recycling, item by item, looking for our receipt. Is it in this old olive can?, nope. Maybe stuffed in the macaroni box? Nope.

With boxes, cans and papers spread over the floor and counters, it was nowhere to be found. I called Janelle again. "Are you sure you put it in the recycling?"

"Well, not entirely. You probably won't like what I'm going to tell you, but It might be on the kitchen table in a stack of papers."

Sure enough, my baby was right. The receipt had been right there the entire time (while I was sorting through our recycling just inches away).

Armed with my receipt, I was able to return our fan for the refund. Now if only I could find a good, reliable fan.