You know how, when something's been in a certain place for a long time, you just work around it? Maybe you should move it, but you're so used to it being there you don't think to...
My parents have lived in their house since the year before I was born. One of the drawers in their kitchen rarely gets used, as it holds barbecue tongs and suchlike. On Thursday morning as we were cooking the Thanksgiving feast, my mom had reason to get something out of that drawer. She got frustrated with a long flat box that was getting in her way, and yanked it out.
I think we assumed the box had a knife sharpening set in it.
It did not.
Doesn't it make the story even better to know that we never actually owned an 8-track player?