Every few years, I open the silverware drawer and find only knives, two forks, and one spoon.
“Where are all the spoons?” I ask.
Everyone shrugs and offers their opinions. They got left outside. They got thrown away. Someone took them to work or school for lunch and they never made it home. Lots of theories.
The forks are likewise absent.
Eventually, I break down and order them in bulk and once again, the silverware drawer is overflowing.
But the spoons and forks are still out there in the world. In the trash, or under the dirt in the backyard.