Before my parents left for vacation, my dad hid my mother’s jewelry. When they got back, he couldn’t remember where he’d hidden it. At some point in his search, he took the bottom drawer out of the built-in cabinet in my old bedroom. Taped to the floor was a note, in my handwriting, saying “What are you looking for? What did you hide?”
I’d apparently written it and put it there when I was maybe 18 and then forgotten all about it.
Secretly Ironic 