Age activated?
I'm only 37.
Let me tell you what happened to me the other day.
I stopped what I was working on at the shop to pour a cup of coffee.
I noticed the mail lady pass by.
I set the cup down and went to check mail.
I took the mail to the house and laid it on the counter.
I used the restroom while I was at the house.
I went to the shop.
I searched for fifteen minutes for my coffee cup.
I found coffee cup beside the coffee pot and fixed my coffee.
I went back to what I was doing originally, which required pliers that I knew I had when I stopped for coffee.
I searched for pliers for forty minutes.
I started retracing my steps.
After a lot more searching I found the pliers, IN THE MAIL BOX.
I went back to the shop.
I pulled the pin out that I needed out and reached for the drill bit I had laid there to do this with.
Where was the drill bit?
Fast forward to that evening, I went home.
After two hours at home I realized I had not heard from my wife who was at work.
I reached for my cell phone.
I didn't have my phone.
After searching for thirty minutes, retracing steps, I found my cell phone.
It was still on my work bench at the shop.
That was last week.
I still haven't found that drill bit.
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By the way, this is a true story. A local fellow Lumberjock still asks me everyday where my pliers are.
