Baffled Bewildered and Befuddled

The other day a girl from the lung doctor called and wanted to set up my appointment. Since I'm an experienced appointment attender, I didn't question the motive. Not to her, but I did talk it over with myself. as to why they would need to see me a year later. I was there about a year ago with a lung problem, but I am okay now. I was told to come in about ten minutes early to fill out paper work. No problem, I'm experienced in that field as well. I got all gussied up and arrived in plenty of time to fill out papers. I gave her my insurances cards and a copy of the medicine, she copied them, and told me to take a seat and wait.
She didn't mention paper work so I didn't mention it either. 
Finally a girl came out and led me to the room after she weighed me, and by the way I weighed my purse as well and it weighed 3 lbs 4 ozs. I thought I may as well get my moneys worth while there. Then she led me to the little room and took my blood pressure. It was extra high for some reason. 
When the Doctor comes in she wants to know what is happening with me. I told her nothing was wrong and I'm feeling fine. Then she asked why I made the appointment.  I told her someone from her office had called and set up the appointment. She decided it was a computer glitch, and it happens sometimes. 
So she dismissed me and I came home. I think it sounds more like an untrained employee, but what do I know. I just do as they say.  

Footnote:
I just received an explanation of benefits from my insurance company. They paid this doctor $72.35 for this so called computer glitch. 

The Answer

Why won't rubber tires stay buried?

Most people, having never tried to bury a tire, are not aware that one will not stay in the ground. In fact, if you bury a tire five feet below the surface, it will—under normal conditions—rise to the top in about ten years.
The reason for this is as follows. The rubber tire, being resilient, is constantly pushing back against the soil around it. And since the pressure above the tire is less than that below it, the tire has more success pushing up than it does pushing down. As this pushing proceeds, small particles of soil around the tire are dislodged and fall down through cracks and crevices too small for the tire itself to fit through, a process that is accelerated somewhat by the slight movement of the tire as it expands and contracts with changes in temperature. Thus, as the tire pushes upward and the soil around it slowly moves down, the tire migrates toward the surface.

~source used: "Ever Wonder Why?" by Douglas B. Smith

.This story is like a rubber tire. I first posted it 4 years ago, now it has resurrected itself. 

This Wild Weird World

This is kind of a twightlight zonie type of thing, but it actually happened.
I do not believe an inanimate object can vanish into thin air, such nonsense just cannot happen. One day several weeks ago when I moved out of my recliner to retire to the bedroom, I cleared off the stand by my chair. My corner in the living room is my castle, I always straighten up the end table, so I moved the junk mail to the trash can and other items went into the proper place, The only things left on the stand was the remote control, a coaster, and the laptop.  The next morning I was going to set my coffee on the coaster, and the coaster was gone, vanished, vamoosed, disappeared, left, moved out, departed. I was baffled, puzzled, perplexed, mystified, and befuddled. I searched everywhere, under the stand, under the chairs and cushions, in the waste  basket. I finally gave up.
One day I took a flash drive out of the laptop, and the last I recall of it, it was in my hand. It has also joined the departed coaster. I gave up.
Saturday, I finished knitting something, and put the knitting needles on a hassock that is nearby and later I wanted to start another project and I reached for the needles, and there was only one needle. At first I thought it had just rolled off on the floor and I get up to retrieve it, and it was not on the floor, or under anything. I had not been anywhere, and I live alone. Luckily I had another set of needles that size, but shorter. They work for what I am making.
Later that day I remembered my son had asked for a picture of an old car he had when young, so I decided to look for it.  The box of pictures was in the corner in the spare bedroom back under a table and I have not looked in that box of pictures for months and maybe a year. While searching for the picture, and toward the bottom of the box, was the missing coaster. I kid you not! The goose bumps went up my spine. There are four coasters in that set, and I had accounted for the other three. It is the one that was missing.
The knitting needle and flash drive are still in hiding.
I Googled to see if such things happen to others, and was amazed with the stories about it.