8-Fork

This is the story of 8-Fork.

It's not a funny story.

It starts with a troubled woman.  She is kinda' going crazy.

Each week she takes mental stock of her utensils.  As she reaches for a fork that is not there, she wonders "what the heck... I just emptied the dishwasher."

And anyone who has gone through a phase of randomly losing stuff that has no business being lost knows how perplexing this can be.

Like socks that wander off in the night, so too they took her forks....

one by one....

and she started using a spoon to eat her pasta, because, quite frankly, she just couldn't justify buying more forks until the mystery was solved.

She asked her husband "Do you know what keeps happening to our forks".  And he crinkled his eyebrows and looked mildly confused.  It was a look she knew well.  One in which said "I know what is happening to your forks but I'm not gonna' tell you coz' you might get mad so I'ma pretend to look like I have no idea."

And so she became inquisitive.

And it came to light shortly thereafter that he vaguely remembered having left "a" fork in his drawer at work after lunch.

She asked him to bring it home.

The next day, tucked into his computer bag, were 2 forks.

She was pleased.

The day thereafter he brought home 3 forks from his drawer.

And a funny thing happened the day after that.

Another 3 forks came home.

They were ashamed, weary from days in isolation in a dark lunch bag.  They were yearning for a good soak.  They were anxious to get home to the utensil drawer.

Wife was pleased that the mystery had been solved.  8-Fork has been relatively good since then at bringing his forks home each day.

Dear husband.  Please remember to bring home your fork(s) today after work.

Thanks, Management.