Went to lunch with some co-workers and ate only half of my large meal. Waitress asked if I wanted to take the leftovers and I said no because I'd never remember to take them home from the office anyway. My secretary said, just put my car keys on top of the leftovers in the break room refrigerator; then I couldn't forget to take the leftovers home.
Worked really late that night. Finally ready to go home and could not find my keys anywhere. Finally had to call my hubby to come pick me up-- about a 30 mile commute. Just about the time he arrived, I remembered where my keys were. Laughed the whole way home. DH just shook his head.
... I've told the story here before, but hey, you asked. Besides, I'm hoping to win the Swimdawg Lost and Found Story of the Day.
