I hate misplacing stuff. I lost my glasses recently and it bothered me so much. More for curiosity sake because I just had absolutely no idea where they went. It was KILLING me
I love when I lose my sharpee at work and go around fishing through my pockets and drawers. Then I go to scratch my head in deep contemplation only to realize it's wedged behind my ear.
I went to leave today and couldn't find my wallet. After 3 hours of tearing my room apart, which included checking every single pair of pants I own multiple times and other places multiple times to the point of insanity I had given up. I checked all the couch cushions in the lounge, and gone to two different front desks asking if anyone had turn it in.
Eventually I gave up, was depressed and was ready to call my dad. There was a bad odor in my room and I saw that my garbage was full. Annoyed I went to take it out and decided to check inside, because you know I had probably checked more ridiculous spots in the last 3 hours.
Sure enough...
I am not sure whether to be happy or sad. Mostly happy but how the f*ck did it end up in there.
Me and my friends took a road trip to Boston two years ago to visit a friend and I lost my wallet while I was up there and had to cancel my debit card and I had about 85 bucks in there. Good times good times.