All my life I’ve suffered from ‘MOBS’. As the name suggests, it only affects males, and in my case is particularly severe.
So when Jax asked me last night to get her AirPods from her desk, I immediately said yes, while my internal alert system moved into overdrive.
I searched the desk, surrounding area, even where they would normally be charging, eventually returning to the kitchen, head hung low - to report an ‘F2F’ - that would be Failure to Find to you rookies.
She was quick to reply: “On the right-hand side of the desk, by the journals.”
Back upstairs I went. Nope. Not there. I searched the whole room. Nothing. Nada. Null.
Back downstairs I came.
“Still not there,” I reported.
“Good grief, do I need to go?”
“Yes,” I said. “Clearly I am incapable.”
She downed tools, walked two steps, and announced: “They’re in my pocket.”
Of course to Jax it was hilarious. Me? Still working through the emotional roller coaster that I typically ride in these situations.
MOBS? I hear you ask … Male Object Blindness Syndrome
🔗😂📼 Fridges tend to be the first experience of a man experiencing MOBS
