Uggh. So, my daughter comes home from college every weekend. Since she wants to spend as much time with her family and boyfriend as she can, and since I refuse to drive her back on a Sunday night, especially if I'd had a few beers watching football, we have made it a routine that I drive her back to Boston at 5:30 AM on Mondays. If I leave any later than that it doubles my round trip from 2 hours to 4 hours because of the hideous traffic. Anyhow, it's cold in the mornings now, so I typically warm the car up and we head in. The car typically gets like a sauna because my daughter just runs cold. And I sweat my ass off.
This morning, being the genius I am, I figure "why the hell do I leave my jacket on in the car?" So instead I toss the jacket on the laundry basket full of clothes we are bringing back to her apartment. We get into Boston, and I grab the laundry basket and carry it up the 3 flights of stairs up to her apartment, never once looking down and noticing my jacket is still on it.
So, yep, about five minutes from home I realize my jacket, with my cell phone and wallet in it, is sitting on the floor of an apartment in Mission Hill instead of in the back seat of my car. FML.