As you may remember from this post, I was quite familiar with Shel Silverstein’s The Missing Piece but not the sequel, where the Missing Piece Meets the Big O.

*snicker snicker*

Last night, I started up philosophy for the spring term. The building where class is located also houses a private school for children during the day. As such, we often meet in a classroom usually populated by 2nd graders. It’s adorable and awesome except for the part where I noticed a huge poster about math on the wall and the teacher had written as the title of a section, “LOOSING AND GAINING”.

Oh, teacher.

It is LOSING. Not loosing.

Sigh.

I let it go because I was in philosophy class. But it truly annoyed me.

MOVING ON.

The point of this story is that as I settled into my seat, I turned to the left and found myself face to face with this stack of books:

I FOUND THE MISSING PIECE MEETS THE BIG O!

It was in philosophy this whole time!!!

Insert metaphor of your choice here.

I flipped through it and realized that despite its title, The Missing Piece Meets The Big O is not actually pornography.

The story is quite awesome.

And I may or may not have got a little teary-eyed.

OHHHHHHHHH I’M LOOKIN’ FOR MY MISSIN’ PIECE.

Indeed.