I honestly don't know what's wrong with me. "Scatter-brained" doesn't really cut it: if my ass wasn't attached to my legs, I'd walk away from it and forget where I left it. In my time I have lost: car keys, horse blankets, entire book bags filled with all my binders and text books etc, untold amounts of student id's and security passes. Seriously, like huundreds of them.
When I get home, I have a cup by door which the keys go into immediately, otherwise who knows where they might end up.
I once found them in the fridge. Also, once in my shoe rack.
There is no fear like the fear I've just had a dose of: the loss of the atm card. Did I leave it at the theater seeing "Be Kind Rewind" did I leave it in the Pok Pok bathroom? Where is it? WHERE IS IT?
In my bag, you jackass. The rush of relief is immediately tempered by the rising swell of shame that you were such a fucking knothead that you didn't think to make sure it was in your pocket before you went to dinner.
Ugh. It's like I'm always 14 and am always frantically looking for my headgear.