When he suspected the post office, I was confirmed in my suspicions about his growing neuroses and/or lack of judgment. Really??? The woman had been delivering his mail without incident for years.
Why all of a sudden now, would she pull such a stunt?
“The Stolen Garage Door Opener” was found!
Boy, oh boy.
Due to several (highly-questionable) closely-spaced vehicular mishaps, my father had just received back from the auto dealership his two (!) repaired cars.
My stance in the moment was that the infamous door opener would be found in one of two locations: 1) Underneath a floor mat or wedged within the passenger seat of his 1987 Cutlass; or 2) Lost in the morass of his endless junk in the basement!
Eureka! I was right. The service provider is absolved; I say that grinning.
There are consequences.
No, the device was not located in his vehicle. Rather, it was carefully placed in one of the stacks upon stacks of paperwork and sundry items piled in the endless morass of my father’s impossible basement environs.
By the way, have you ever met anyone who uses the cardboard bottoms of shrink-wrapped soda cans as filing trays? My Depression-Era Dad did. An interesting concept…
As a result of his knee-jerk reactions, my father incurred unnecessary expense plus aggravation in the installation of a “new-fangled” system which made him more petrified to operate than reassured.
To put icing on the cake, he also replaced anew the entire front-door lock that had only been installed the previous spring!
What was learned?
I should think “The Stolen Garage Door Opener” incident demonstrates there comes a moment when you can no longer accept at face value anything your sneaky elders say.
No matter how vociferously they would attempt to dissuade you otherwise, you need to trust your intuition and innate wisdom.
That’s why the capacity to see through their oft-unsophisticated games with the attitude of Laughter will help you maintain a level head.