Thumbtacks

Somewhere in my house are some white metal thumbtacks…but I can’t be more specific than that. Every once in a while I see them and think, “Oh, that’s where you are.” But I apparently leave them there, because, at that time, it makes perfect sense that they be stored there. But on the extremely rare occasion that I want a white metal thumbtack—I can never, never find them. They aren’t in the junk drawer. They aren’t with the office supplies upstairs. They aren’t with the office supplies downstairs. I know; I’ve just been looking!