💬 The one time I needed a receipt it wasn't in the receipt drawer

We have a kitchen drawer in Jeddah that's only receipts. Grocery bills, petrol, a mobile recharge from 2021. My wife asks every few months why I keep them. I say, in case. In case of what, she says. I never have an answer, so I close the drawer. It's around 400 pieces of paper by now. I've never counted. That's a guess. Two weeks ago our mixer stopped working, 4 months after we bought it. Warranty is 1 year. This was my moment. I opened the drawer like a man opening a safe. I sorted through everything. Bills from 2022, a pizza order, a parking slip from the airport. No mixer bill. I went through it twice and my wife stood behind me saying nothing. Then I remembered. At the shop I'd folded the bill into my wallet and not the drawer. I found it in the back pocket of an old pair of trousers, soft as a tissue. Barely readable, but the shop owner held it up to the light and said, okay, fine. He swapped the mixer in 10 minutes. He didn't even ask for the box. So the receipt that mattered was never in the receipt drawer. My wife enjoyed this a lot. She hasn't told anyone outside the family, which I appreciate. Her sister knows. Her mother knows. I haven't cleaned the drawer. I tried, and held a petrol bill from 2020 for a full minute. I put it back and shut the drawer quickly. I'll deal with it next year, maybe.

Opening the drawer like a man opening a safe, and then not finding it, I felt that one. We have an envelope for appliance warranties, and last year I found that I had put the fridge one in the wrong folder. My new rule is to photograph each receipt on the day. Do you think you will start doing that now?

My wallet is a receipt graveyard. Petrol, Ratnadeep, a parking slip from Inorbit that's 2 years old.