My sweatshirt has a “tunnel” (for the lack of a better word). I can put in my glasses; a pretzel or two . . . and even my phone. (To have the “tunnel” clearly seen in the pic here, I popped in my small, wooden, hand-crafted pill box.)
An hour or two ago I heard my phone ringing. I knew it was nearby but could not find it.
Well of course, it was in the “tunnel”.
The moral of this story: Stick to landline phones . . . Don’t give up hope! Sooner or later you’ll figure it out . . . and find the phone! Even neuro-typicals lose stuff. The difference? They don’t forget where they lost the same item last time! But us ’s . . . Every day is a new day . . . all over again! We like the “hunt” . . . the thrill of discovery . . . repetitions that are “new” . . . God bless short term memory . . . VERY SHORT TERM(?) . . . Wait . . . it’s coming back to me . . . . . . . . . Ah yes! “MEMORY” . . . that’s it!