I lost some tickets to Arlo Guthrie. They have to be here somewhere. I remember putting them in my bag a few weeks ago. The I remember at some point emptying my bag. There are a dozen piles between my car, work, and home that they could be in. They are probably with my keys which are missing also.
I don’t really care so much about seeing Arlo. The tickets were free. But, I hate not knowing where things are.
Quirk # 6 : There Is A Method To My Madness
My life appears disorganized to those around me. But, I usually can find anything given a few minutes to think about it. I generally know what books are on what shelves and what magazines and papers are in which piles. When the system falls apart, I get very annoyed.
