The phone rings, and I, being the social person that I am, pick it up.
It is a live person from our city library. Looking for me.
You know you are in some deep shit when they physically take the time to call you. They have all this automated stuff to let you know about fines and books you have placed on hold. A call from an actual living being is cause for alarm.
I wait for the ball to drop.
She explains that she has in her possession a birth certificate for one Mr. Personality.
That's where he left it!
Let me back up.
A few weeks ago, the insurance company from Hubba-hubba's work required a copy of Mr. P's birth certificate to make sure we weren't lying or whatever about having a kid. So, Hubba-hubba went to the library to make a copy because we are poor and don't have a scanner.
Anyhoo, I had been asking Hubba-hubba where he had placed said important document.
I was always given an annoyed look and a shrill denial of having misplaced it. He didn't know exactly where it was, but it certainly was not misplaced.
I had actually been on him about it not two days ago, and was basically told to talk to the hand.
So it seems that genius over here left it on the copy machine, where some kind soul gave it to the library staff who waited for him to realize his mistake and come pick it up. And waited some more.
Until finally they figured that he was a totally hopeless case and called.
Something I've known for a while. But it's always good to find outside validation.