Wolf Lahti wrote:

'Neglecting to look in' is never my problem. I'll look in the same
damned boxed six or twelve times trying to find something. I'll take
everything out of said box and put it back in. Multiple times.

Then one day, I'll look in the same box, and there's the thing I've been
looking for - and no one can convince me it was there all along.

Gremlins don't just mangle aircraft, ya know.

I don't think it's gremlins. I think there are little holes in the
space/time continuum, and our stuff falls in there, then something in the
universe shifts, and it pops back out.

The OP's rule is soooo true. I think the greatest proof of this is with
guitar picks. I won't be able to find a pick to save my life, looking
under every cushion, in every drawer, under every scrap of paper on my
desk, and as soon as I go buy some new ones, the old ones magically come
out of hiding. I think this happens just so SWMBO can say "What do you
need *more* guitar picks for? You have six dozen of them already."

Tool wise, recently, my jigsaw... I spent a great deal of time looking for
the jigsaw, not finding it, and I went out and bought a new one. Sure
enough, I came back, and there the old one was hanging on a peg in plain
sight. I *swear* it must have fallen into one of those holes in the
space/time continuum, because I *know* I looked on that peg at least a
dozen times.

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