You know that moment when you walk into your room, office, space, wherever and notice your book, purse, journal, whatever missing and you blame your kid, spouse, sister, mom, whoever for moving it? You run through an entire investigative scenario in your head while making note of the details of the case: the last time you saw said item, what you were doing when said item was there, who was present, who was present when you weren’t, etc.
Ah-ha! You think. Raising your eyebrows as the silent victory presents itself. You proceed with your day, waiting for exactly the right moment to pounce on the culprit who violated your privacy, space… the one who betrayed your trust or didn’t follow directions. Just as you’re about to gather your momentum you open your drawer, look in your purse, grab your shoes, go in your closet and discover the aforementioned stolen item. Just as suddenly you recall putting it there because of … well, whatever silly reason you had at the time.
Moral of the story? Hopefully you’ll also remember all of the details before confronting the suspect.