Today I mopped the floors.  In doing so I noticed that my backpack was not in its usual ready to move out position.  Damn, I must have left it at Shenanigans before I stumbled home drunk last night.

After I finished my chores I made my way back to the bar to retrieve the missing backpack.  To my dismay it wasn’t there.  I admit I got pretty pissed off.  I mean, it was my fault for leaving it, but who the fuck steals someone’s backpack?  I had both sets of my darts in the bag, plus a goodly supply of vaping oil.  I figure the contents are valued at $300 or so.  As I sat there stewing over my loss (and stupidity) one of the bartenders texted one of the staff who had closed the bar last night.  She responded that when I left I had the bag on my back.  Hmm.  What did I do after I left the bar?

Then I remembered having to pee on the way home so I had popped into Scrooge Pub.  Not wanting to be a pisser, I had a beer while there.  So I hoofed it over to Scrooge and sure enough, that’s where I’d left it.  My mood vastly improved with the recovery of my prized possessions.

Then I came home a made myself some delicious burritos.  And there you were thinking that I didn’t have a life…