Found: one miscellaneous item (pictured)
This item and/or apparatus has recently been found on the Pouring Beans estate. We would like to return it to it’s rightful owner. If it is yours, please let us know in the comments, and include proof of your ownership by mentioning something that only the owner of this item would know, such as its serial number, commemorative inscription or a description of its bizarre smell.
If it’s not yours, but you can tell us what it is, we’d be equally interested. Thank you.
11 comments on “Lost and found”
Isn’t it the missing part from Kev’s taps?
#Tapgate
You’re right. When you get up close to it, the smell is definitely “bathroom”. If so, that means it’s Kev’s item. Hopefully he can provide proof of ownership.
I don’t know why he was flinging his property about your estate though, he should look after his shizz more carefully than that.
It’s clearly the bottom of an Ergotron desk mount for some sort of technology, probably a monitor or a microphone. It’s not mine though… mine are all in storage.
I should have known that an IT man, well versed in wireless abbabs of all kinds, would not just know what it was but would even recognise the brand.
We still don’t know why it smells like a toilet, though.
Was it for a desk mounted toilet seat?
He’s got the eyes for wireless abbabs. The eyes I say.
It may have been for a desk mounted toilet seat. You should be able to tell us, Kev, since we have proved beyond all doubt that it’s yours.
I googled desk mounted toilet and this is what came up… Who the hell has ever wished their sink tap was a massive hose that can flap about and sit in the manky sink water?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Retro-Deluxe-Fauceting-Bathroom-Mounted/dp/B077CZYWW5
Not only is that all wrong, and appears to spray rose petals everywhere, it is also – and this I find absolutely beyond the pale – not a desk-mounted toilet. In no way can I fasten that to my desk and then make toilet in it.
I don’t want to wash my hands in rose petals, I want to wash my hands in chocolate milkshakes. When will the modern world catch up with my hedonistic demands?