When something goes missing around the house, I always retell the story of how I accidentally brushed a large rubber pencil eraser off my study with my elbow. Without looking, I leaned down to collect it from the floor and it wasn't there. I searched everywhere, thinking it might have bounced oddly and landed on something up off the floor, I looked in weird locations. I turned my room upside down and never ever found it. It's like I had a miniature Bermuda Triangle in my own room, which was small. If I'm with my mate and something goes astray, he always says, "It's the eraser all over again." lol
Have you ever declined eating something someone has made for you by saying you're not hungry, then a minute later they see you eating some snack?