where are all my spoons?

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source : Title is  from a friend's March 28,2025 Facebook post, which also blamed teenagers for it.

for about a year and a half, I had 3 renters living in my house who were post college and working for Americorps to try to make the world a better place, I suppose. it was a great thing for them to do.

in the manner of my personal property, they were more like neglectful teenagers. (Although I don't remember that I or any of my sisters ever did things like make off with spoons.)

Every time I emptied the dishwasher of clean dishes, I counted my silverware. Because I found that I had to ask multiple times over their residency why I was missing two spoons. Or a knife. 

Or the time that drove me nuts related to my nice set of measuring spoons– – sturdy, metal, they just looked and felt nice and of course I thought they were pretty accurate.--and one day I needed the tablespoon measure for something. And I could not find it. I could not imagine where they had put it away. I looked in all the drawers and cabinets and took a glance into their rooms because they weren't home at the time. 

One of them was on a long trip to somewhere like Africa. The other two said that they had no idea what I was talking about. But when the guy came back from Africa, I asked, and he dashed to a cabinet and revealed that he kept it in a bag of some sort of food supplement because he used it frequently and always needed the tablespoon. Left it in his bag. My tablespoon. With three other people living in the same household who might want it at some point.

then there was the woman and her teenage son. He was a very responsible young man, going to college and working full-time at the same time, was promoted to manager of the store where he worked, etc. etc. She also worked, with children. But during their maybe two year residency, I lost something like four forks and two spoons and a knife and the butter knife – – This was from a set of silverware that I had finally bought because it was beautiful after I moved out on my own and I had always wanted a beautiful, complete set of silverware. 

also, my favorite Tupperware containers vanished. Even though I told them, repeatedly, in fact I think it was in the rental agreement, that nothing of mine should be taken from the house ever. Yes, I took it out of the damage deposit when they moved out (fortunately the manufacturer was still making The silverware  and I was able to replace the individual pieces) (Along with... dang, now I don't remember. They had lost or damaged more things than the  damage deposit would cover.) They were very nice people and we were, you know, rental friends. Sigh.

I could think of worse things that a couple of other renters did, But nothing to really write home about. Like any relationship, one takes the good and the iffy Together.



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