
It is as if the chrome and 1x1 elements have a magnetic attraction to the floor or small spaces -- sneaking away while being left to answer a phone call or take a break for dinner. They burrow down as though they were moles or power miners. A LEGO couch would solve the problem -- everything would be LEGO and thus, nothing could be lost.
The good news is that after the frustration comes the excitement that one feels when finding a set in the clearance aisle or a tub of LEGO bricks at a garage sale. It is the celebration of the unknown.
I wonder if this is aging in general. Mild annoyance at losing something you once knew quickly replaced by the happiness of rediscovery.
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