Well I have spent a fair amount of time in pubs. And it isn't exactly unheard of for me to have misplaced keys, wallet, gloves, phone, coat, bike and just about anything else it is possible to misplace after a few beers.
At this point I usually find myself cursing the gods I don't believe in for victimising me in this unjust and dispicable manner. Raging against them for toying with me in this outrageous way. Then, after a bit of searching for the item in question, the misplaced item turns up somewhere that it could not rationally have been expected to be. At this point I congratulate myself for being so insightfully intuitive as to have thought of that possibility and then I go on my merry way forgetting all about those divine meddlers that so vexed me only moments ago.
I guess it is all a matter of perspective.
Cavey writes:
.......where-as the couple in the dark car, parked up on the field, were almost certainly thinking "what a dick"...
This too is a role I am familiar with........
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