In an effort to save carrying stuff back and forth to work, I bought another belt. It was actually fun, because my old belt didn’t fit any more. Having another was good, a smaller one was cooler. I leave my pants and a belt at work, folded and tucked in a locker in the gym. Nobody messes with it…. or so I thought!
I get to work on Tuesday and my pants are there, but no belt. WTF, Mate? I know it wasn’t in the locker, I looked… I normally just leave the belt ON the pants. Well, whatever… maybe I took it home? I’ve misplaced a thing or two in my life.
I go down to get ready to ride today, wound up, laying on top of my pants is my belt. I am baffled! I know it wasn’t there… I look closely at it. I use hole #3… somebody’s been using HOLE #1. Now, I have lost a lot of weight, but I am 3″ off hole #1!
I can not believe it… my belt went on a day of adventure and mayhem without me! It’s not like somebody wore my underpants or anything, but at the same time… I will never feel that “bond” a man feels with his belt with that particular belt. There will always be that “feeling” that my belt has been wrapped around another man’s body…. eh… wtf, mate?
Ultimately, I not at all worked up about this, rather I find it curiously odd. I may never know who took my belt on an adventure, but I hope it didn’t leave them pant-less!