The other day at the A&P I spotted a small display of spaghetti on drastic sale. It looked to be slightly damaged boxes on sale for one dollar and then, on top of that they were marked an additional 50% off. Being an A&P employee I got an additional 10% off. It was also, employee double discount day, so, I got 10% more. That made the price something like 20 cents per box. I love pasta and, it tastes especially good when I can get it real cheap. Long story short, I bought eight boxes and danced all the way to my car. When I got home, I pirouetted all the way to the cupboard and sang a happy tune as I placed the boxes into the cupboard.
That night, I figured that I’d eat spaghetti and, lots of it too. I boiled the water and fished out a box from my treasure trove. I was so happy with my good fortune that I got out some of my own spaghetti sauce from the freezer and ate like a pig. God, it was so good.
After dinner, I had some station chores to do and I rushed through the clean up. The rest of the night was spent typing and burping garlic. Life was good. No, life was great.
The next day, I moseyed into the kitchen to work on breakfast. I was actually, thinking of maybe having more spaghetti. A spaghetti sandwich crossed my mind. I looked in the cupboard to grab the box from last night as I started to boil some water. The box was nowhere to be seen. Seven boxes sat in their old spot where I left them the day before. But, that partial box was gone. I looked everywhere. I hunted through the cupboard, the fridge, the freezer, the garbage, under the sink, out on the deck, in the bathroom, and I even looked under the bed. I left no spot untouched. I kept telling myself that it was just a twenty cent box of pasta. In fact, now that I had eaten some of it’s contents, it was really only worth about 15 cents. Still, I became obsessed and spent at least a half hour searching. All the while, I kept telling myself to just forget it. It was just a box of old pasta but, now, it became the golden fleece. I can’t tell you how many places I looked. I even moved the fridge just to be sure. I can’t tell you how many times I counted the remaining boxes. They were scattered all over the cupboard but always came up seven. Where was number seven and a half????
I finally had to go to bed. Lying in bed , I thought of one more spot and got up to look. Nope, not there either. It was just going to have to wait till morning.
The net morning Sandy was in the kitchen boiling a yam. I looked in the cupboard one more time. No luck. So, I asked Sandy. ” Hey, did you happen to see a box of spaghetti laying around?”
Sandy said, “Sure, they’re all in the Cupboard right where you left them. They’re all there.”
I couldn’t take it. “No they aren’t. I had eight boxes. Now, there’s seven. See?”
Sandy went on. “I count eight. eight boxes. right there.”
I scratched my head. ” I count seven”
Sandy walked over to the cupboard. “Yeah, there’s seven on this shelf…see? Here’s the other box, the one you used, on the lower shelf sitting on top of the soup cans. Here.” She handed the box to me.
Right away, I saw what happened. I’m taller than Sandy and, from my point of vision, the middle shelf blocked my view of the lost spaghetti box. Sandy, from her point of view, was just the right height to see the box easily on ther lower shelf. From my view, it was invisible.
Lesson learned. When you got a problem looking for a solution, get a few points of view.