I recently started a new job, which involves a bitch of a commute in Atlanta traffic. My daily driver had been my Honda Ridgeline, but then again my previous commute was less than a mile. Now it is 28 miles each way.
So, besides the horrendous gas mileage, the Ridgeline is not a great commuting vehicle for a number of reasons, so I decide to get a daily driver. I buy a 2002 Lexus is300. Great little car. Good mpg. Always serviced at the dealer, which means I can see the car has been well cared for.
Anyway, I get the car from a private seller, and I walk away with a car, a SC title, and a bill of sale. This is on Saturday.
Flash forward to today, I can’t find the fucking title. I know I took it out of the car, because what idiot rides around with the title in the car, right? Well, apparently I am the kind of idiot that removes it form the car, but has no fucking idea where I put it.
I’ll take a few days of searching before resorting to a bonded title. SIGH. Fuck me.
Nope, I live alone. Well, two dogs, but they are most likely blameless in this.
This is my typical MO. Hey, I have this really important thing I should put it somewhere. On my way to put it there “oh, let me do this”. 10 minutes later, distraction is now 4 other distractions, and I am no longer on my way to safe place with important thing. Important thing is stuck somewhere that made perfect sense at the time, but now cannot be dredged from the memory banks.
Found it!!! In the screwdriver drawer of my giant tool chest. Seriously.
I vaguely remember that I was walking past the tool chest when I saw the tire pressure gauge hanging on its hook. Hey, new car, I better check those pressures. Screwdriver drawer must have been pulled out making a nice vertical surface to lay a piece of paper down. Too tempting. Then I probably nudged the drawer closed with my hip as I squeezed around to check the tires on the other side
You sound like me. I must put something somewhere safe, but I can’t for <insert reason> put it where it belongs right now. I will therefore put it <unknown place>.
I often don’t find things until I’m UN-packing from a move. :smack:
That sounds like me. I’ll have something in my hand, heading to a safe and assigned place, and suddenly something will distract me (Very Easy To Do) and it’s instantly down tools wherever the location. Then after completing this new phase, I will have no idea of where the original item is now located. Drives me almost bonkers, sometimes.
LOL. Actually for me the disappointment is that I can NO LONGER take the bus. My old commute was (a) leave home, drive 1 mile (b) park at bus lot (c) take commuter coach 24 miles into Midtown (d) get off bus (e) walk one block to office.
Now its sit in Atlanta traffic and think how if I were on the bus, I could be asleep.
Oh, I have somewhere to keep stuff. For important papers like car titles, I have a nice fireproof safe thing. It’s the getting it to that spot that is the issue.
This is totally me. I can lose stuff in the exact spot they belong.
A few weeks ago, I was at the gym. I put all of my stuff in my locker, including my car keys (which have my card to get into the gym attached). It was warm, so I didn’t have a jacket that day.
I finished up, got my stuff out of my locker, and couldn’t find my car keys. I looked in my bag. Every pocket. I took everything out of the bag. No keys. I shook the bag. Heard nothing. I did this twice. Then I went hunting around the gym, asking all of the employees. Looked in every spot I had been. No keys. Went out to the lot to see if my car was still there. Car there, no keys.
Went back to my locker. Took the bag out again. Took everything out again. No keys. Started patting the bag down. Yep. They were in one of the pockets. :o
