The Mystery of the Missing Tool
I don't know when it started, but somewhere along the way I developed a special talent. Not a useful talent like fixing engines or building furniture. No, my talent is putting something down and immediately forgetting where I put it . The funny part is that everything I own has a place. The tape measure has a place. The screwdriver has a place. My safety glasses have a place. I've spent years organizing things so I always know where they are. At least that's the theory. The reality usually goes something like this: I'm working on a project, making good progress, feeling productive, and then I set my tool down "for just a second." Five seconds later I need it again. Gone. Vanished. Apparently the tool has entered a witness protection program without notifying me. I start looking around the workbench. Nothing. I check my pockets. Nothing. I look behind me. Nothing. Then comes the classic move where I retrace every step I've taken over the last three minut...
