While I'm looking at it.
Move shoe bin.
Look behind shoe bin.
Look under shoe bin.
Look into narrow crack between dryer and wall.
Empty shoe bin.
Insert fingers in each one of those damned shoes.
Turn over throw rug.
Look around in despair.
Go find pliers and start dryer.
I swear to Ghu, that little white knob is off partying with the red lectroids in the 8th dimension. It's just gone. Vanished before my very eyes.
Middle age is a bitch.