Last night I thought I’d take my two currently checked-out Netflix DVDs from the living room to watch on the TV in the bedroom. And couldn’t find them.
Anywhere. Even after I went to bed, realized I was still worrying about where they could be, and got up to rummage around a couple more places. In vain.
The good thing about living in a small-ish condo: there aren’t all that many places to look for a lost item. The bad thing: once you’ve looked all over and not found it, you have to face the strong probability that it’s well and truly lost.
In the case of the DVDs, I suspect that in their mailing envelopes they got swept into a stack of newspapers on the dining room table, and then placed into the recycling box. And duly dumped into our big recycling dumpster.
So I bravely went to Netflix to learn the worst. I can’t get any more DVDs sent to me until I either return those two or fess up and pay for them, and I pay a flat monthly fee no matter how many – or few – DVDs I circulate in a month. Procrastination will just waste more money.
It’s not as bad as I thought. There’s a simple way to report that you’ve lost or damaged a DVD. It costs you $20 (not cheap but not too outrageous – they do have to discourage people from reporting losses just to keep a DVD instead of sending it back).
And the sweet part: if you find it within a year, you can send it in and they will refund the $20.
A $40 reminder that I need to be tidier around the house. It hurts. But I’m glad it wasn’t worse.