God is fucking with me. I mean, in a lot of more significant ways, but frozen fish fillets. I've been doing fish & chips for dinner this week. Bag of 10 frozen beer battered fish fillets. 3# bag of potatoes. Heat oven to 425, spray pan with Pam, slice up potato and lay it on the pan with 2 fish fillets. Cook 10-12 minutes, flip. Cook 10-12 minutes more. Put a paper towel on a plate, add a ramekin of coleslaw, another of tartar sauce, and a lemon wedge. Butter some toast and let it sit on top of the stove while the fish & chips are baking. Throw it all on the plate and enjoy with a beer. By yesterday I was out of coleslaw and beer so I considered making a sort of fillet of fish sammich with an RC cola. But inventorying my fish, I realized I had 4 left so I might as well get some more coleslaw and beer. Made fish and chips tonight only to find that when I was done there was only one filet left in the bag. WTF. The bag says that it contains 10 fillets. If I'm eating them 2 at a sitting, I should have 2 in the bag. Now I would just chalk this up to an error in packaging except that 24 hours ago I checked and visually confirmed that I had 4 fillets left in the bag. Where did the missing fillet go?
The possibilities are: that I somehow accidentally ate 3 at one sitting--despite consciously not doing that (no, that still doesn't explain why there were 4 in the bag yesterday and only 3 today), that I somehow dropped one of the fillets while counting how many I had yesterday and it slid under the stove or refrigerator, that I somehow miscounted how many were in the bag (either yesterday or today), that I'm going insane, or that the FBI broke into my house while I was out walking my dog and stole one of the fillets to make me think I'm going insane.
Oh, or there is some kind of spacetime paradox and the missing fillet was appropriated by Jesus to help feed the 5,000 in the New Testament story.