Possibly everyone you know needs to get together and pitch in to buy you both a satnav and one of those keyrings that leashes to your belt. I know my satnav is the only reason I am not at this moment milling around Washington dead lost.
In the runup to my exams I left either my bookbag or my purse in cafes like three times. One time I got all the way home (literally I walked all the way home in the snow uphill) before realizing my bookbag was not on my back where it belongs, but all the way back where I started in a cafe, alone.
We should get a satnav, but I think both of us have this irrational fear that it will take all the fun out of our journeys. A keyring that leashed to my belt would be a very good idea, though.
Your bookbag story reminds me why I don't like carrying a handbag when I'm going out for the evening. If I can't put the stuff in my pockets, it'll probably end up on the floor of a pub toilet and then I don't want it back anyway. :P
Whoops sorry replied in the wrong place BUT STILL.
What I don't get is how some of the rules governing teaching can be so obviously illogical. For instance, our university has some new Teaching Fellow positions. These fellows are given a teaching load of X hours per term. Lecturers are given a teaching load of Y hours per term. Teaching Fellows are supposed to do twice the teaching load of lecturers. However, X != 2Y. X == 1.5Y. Er, what?
so we tend to be dependent upon my knowing where his things are, just so we have at least one wallet/key/phone
This is something I can very much identify with :D
It's as close as we can get to a solution to our mutual dopiness!
Funny! In all seriousness though, there's got to be some sort of scientific principle that has you sacrificing one part of your brain for another!
And it's too bad that you guys can't find a place to hide a key just in case this ever happens again...!
Heh. I don't really like the idea of hiding keys on the property, but we'll probably give one to another friend!
My flatmate who is shortly entering his post-grad studies just in the past week lost his phone and wallet, regained them, lost the wallet again, missed it for days, and had just gotten round to replace his credit card when he found wallet sitting innocently on a chair in the kitchen.
Getting a head start, I think.
Well, you have to practise. It's like being a curmudgeon. Takes years of stick-waving and shouting to become a good one.
Can't really laugh here - we've got locked out and had to call the locksmith and pay £40 at 11:30pm to break into our own house, and luckily he took our word for it that we did live there, because we had no proof.
Also, Gordon lost his wedding ring in the recycling bin out the back close the other day and only realised half way along the road in the car, and we had to go back and fish it out which involved pliers to open the thing (why they keep them locked shut I don't know).
Ack! His wedding ring! I'm glad he figured it out quickly, because that would have been terrible.
I rely on repetition.
Walk in door, hang keys on hook.
Wallet lives in specific pocket of hip-purse. The *only* time it may be out is (a) in immediate use, to then be returned immediately to magic pocket, or (b) in left back pocket when hitting the clubs. More of an issue ten years ago.
Cell phone lives in left front pocket or on night-stand (serves as alarm). If there is no front pocket, I've tucked it into my sock or 'high pocket'. Ahem.
Your story, however frustrating it might have been, is pretty much gigglesome & adorable. Though I might wait a week or two to admit anything to smug friend ;)
We tried to hang onto the secret, but the bloke went and got drunk with smug friend in the pub and admitted the whole thing. I do not think we will live this down until 2012.
This is exactly why I have to keep my things in their "homes". If they aren't in my purse, I will inevitably lose them. Then I start to panic and frantically search.
I'm absentminded enough that I've locked myself out of a running car. Been locked out of my apartment several times and have lost many a scarf :-(
Oh, I hate losing scarves/gloves/hats. I always get really attached to them even though I know I shouldn't because at some point they'll get left on a train or in a taxi or something.