Is It In Your Ski Bag?
On the way out the door for school, on the morning of his third week of Ski Club, Shane turned to me. He said quickly, “I lost my ski helmet, so I’ll just wear yours this week.”
“You did WHAT?!?” I shrieked. “You lost your hundred-dollar ski helmet?! AND your brand new $40 goggles that were attached to your helmet?”
“I didn’t know they cost that much,” he mumbled.
“And you think you can just wear MINE?! No,” I said, in complete denial. “You did not lose your ski helmet. And you sure aren’t telling me this at 7:00 in the morning on your way out the door to go skiing!”
“Well I thought I could find it,” Shane said.
“Is it in your ski bag?”
“That’s the first place I looked,” he said.
I instructed Shane to look everywhere imaginable. We went out to the garage together and browsed through stuff. We checked two cars, the basement, the bedrooms, the closets, the mud room. We checked everywhere.
Finally, Shane went to school with my helmet and goggles. Meanwhile, I contacted the lost and found at the resort where, we assumed, he’d left his helmet. I found a photo of it, emailed it, and filed an online report. I even emailed the resort directly with the photo, to make sure they knew which helmet we were seeking. Then I spent another hour scouring the house, looking for the helmet.
The kids had a half-day of school, so they came home between school and their ski trip. I was in the other room when I heard Shane tell Dylan, “I found my helmet.”
“You did WHAT?!?” I shrieked. “You FOUND your helmet?!?”
“Oh yeah,” Shane said.
“Where was it?!” I was literally screaming.
“It was in my ski bag,” he said. “I checked there like five times, but I never saw it. And then I went to get something out of my bag, and I just found it in there.”
Sigh.
I contacted the resort, un-filed my claim, emailed my apologies for my desperate pleas to find a now-found helmet.
I did not apologize to Shane. And he didn’t apologize to me.
Sometimes, this is just the way it is.