This thread gives me a good belly laugh. Now that I am in my late seventies, I notice that I can lay a wrench on the bench in front of me and it is gone when I reach for it again. But when I was younger, I could lose much larger things. For example, I traveled a lot by commercial air, often rushing to the airport and barely making a flight. This was in the pre-security days and I often had my office secretary come get my vehicle if I would be gone a couple of weeks. I got a special award from my office when my secretary found my Chevy Blazer parked in front of the terminal doors with its door open and the engine running. Twice in one summer.
Likewise, I had a red Chevy pickup for my personal daily driver at one time. My company gave me the same exact model to drive except it was white. I found myself wandering around the WalMart parking lot in Gillette, Wyoming, about to report my vehicle missing as I had walked all over the lot without finding my red Chevy pickup. Fortunately, I tried the red horn button on the key fob and a white Chevy pickup about three parking spaces away started beeping at me.