When You Lose Something Precious

This weekend someone backed their car into mine before I went skating.  I made it to the rink after the ritual exchange of insurance information (note: everyone takes pictures of the registration cards now). I even have a witness that I'm not at fault.  I felt calm cool, and collected.

I must have been more rattled than I realized, since,  when I left the rink after my lesson, I left my SkatingSafe kneepads behind, along with my super-duper best blade rag ever a Simonize waffle weave car detailing cloth. The kneepads I can replace, but the Simonize detailing cloth they don't make anymore.

When I went back to the rink the next day, no sign of the knee pads in lost and found.

The Desk Clerk checked the Lost and found all the way to the bottom.

The Skating Director even checked the "Figure Skaters Hidden Lost and Found".
No luck there either.

I was desperate enough to even open the benches to look inside, and behind them to see if they'd been pushed between the bench and the wall.

Someplace, somewhere, someone has my pads.

Okay, probably not this guy.

Anyway, I ordered new knee pads. I can't skate without them.