“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
-Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Sherlock Holmes, a clever detective created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, once said these incredibly accurate words. Once you have figured out all the impossible factors of a problem, whatever is left (no matter how crazy) must be the answer.
I reflected on these words last night in my sister’s living room while searching steadfastly for a lost remote.
I had been asked to watch my sister’s two energetic kiddos for a couple of hours. After lovingly waving her goodbye, I sat on the couch and put on Netflix while the kids ran around screaming and laughing. The day had been boring and I planned on not doing anything except for keeping the kids from dying and raiding their pantry.
I watched “Harriet the Spy: Blog Wars” with great enthusiasm and motivation to write: however, while I sat on the potato of a couch I lost the remote.
A couple of months previous I had lost my Roku remote at my own house. It was a nightmare. I couldn’t watch anything for weeks (which is basically like dying for weeks) and I did not want the same thing to happen to my sister.
“Oh I’m so sorry,” I could imagine myself saying. “I lost the only access to Netflix and am the only human beside your 4 year old son and 1 year old daughter who has any idea where it is. Good Luck!”
The shame hit me like a train.
So for nearly an hour I searched diligently for the key to happiness. I looked under the blankets, in the kitchen, even in the garbage can, but alas, it was nowhere to be seen.
I was 57% sure that the remote was lodged somewhere in the couch. The couch had three seats, two of them were recliners. When the two chairs reclined, I was able to reach through the opening between the cushions and search for the unknown. Sadly, the only treasures I found were a few hair bands, a toy car, and a chocolate kiss.
Nearly giving up hope, I thought back on what Sherlock said: Eliminate the impossible. I had checked everywhere, but I knew that it had to be in the couch.
Of course I had thought the only way to reach past the cushions was to recline the two chairs, so I didn’t think to check the middle chair that didn’t recline. I put my thinking cap on and decided that the middle chair must be where the remote was.
To my extreme pleasure, the remote was in between the cushions of the middle chair. I had found the Roku remote mere minutes before my sister arrived home.
Although I am not as cool or smart as Sherlock Holmes was, I was able to use his advice to solve such a silly (but terrifying) problem. It was kind of cool to know that my vast knowledge of unimportant trivia actually came in handy.
In conclusion, I was happy, my niece and nephew did not die, and my sister never knew about the crisis.
This story really had no purpose except to introduce myself to the Internet. Hello! What do you think of me so far? Do you want me to write more? Probably not, but too bad. I’ll write anyway;)