I know this is probably very cliché, but I do this at least a couple days a week…
There I am, getting ready to leave the house. I have everything I need except one very important item: usually my car keys. I start looking in all the usual spots–on the counter, on the coffee table, night stand, etc… I look everywhere, all the while getting extremely frustrated. I start making a mess–throwing shit, pushing stuff off the table. Really starting to fume. My girlfriend is the sane one of the two of us: “Jesus! Calm the hell down! Where did you last see them?”
And I am so mad to the point of if I answer that question, it ain’t gonna be polite
The search has by now probably gone a solid 5 minutes, and I have red tunnel vision.
My girlfriend: “Did you check your pockets?”
My hand plunges in, and there they are, feeling the strangle of my grip, and I literally want to punch myself in the face