I'm looking for emotional support. I'm not handy but I wanted to install a new kitchen faucet for an early Valentines' Day gift for the wife. Very romantic, I know. I got a great deal on a Moen faucet for $80 on Amazon. I watched an installation video and it seemed pretty basic. With some struggle, I managed to get the old faucet off. Confidence was building. I threaded the new faucet through the hole on the counter, crawled under it and started to attach the mounting washer. Looks like a metal E. It slipped and almost hit me in the face. Oops. I patted around my head, not there. I jostled around, nada. I crawled out from the sink, and scoured for it. Nothing. I pulled everything out from the sink, checked my clothing. Still nothing. Beginning to rage, I crawled in/out of the sink searching, did an invasive cavity search on my body, checked the inside of everything I pulled from sink, checked the refrigerator, I even pried the wood from the back of the sink loose to check if it somehow slid behind there. Nothing. The only explanation is that it somehow fell into an alternative dimension. In a neighboring world, there is a metal washer on the ground, baffling the occupants that live in my residence of that reality. I replaced the old sink and just rage ordered a replacement part on Amazon.
Is this a common occurrence in DIY affairs? Asking for a friend.