I have a headlamp. In fact, I briefly had two of them. I didn’t like the first one so much and gave it away shortly after getting one I liked.
I hadn’t used that headlamp in a while. (While meaning years.) So, naturally, when I did want to use it the other night, I couldn’t remember where I’d put it.
This is an all-too-familiar story with me and the Rolling Steel Tent. I put something where it makes perfect sense (at the time), or put it someplace temporary that unintentionally ends up being long-term, and then I can’t find it. I mean, there are only so many places to lose something in a vehicle. Right? Sigh.
I had a couple of vague mental images of the headlamp. It was in a thing with some other things. That made me certain the light was in one of two places.
It was in neither. And it wasn’t in several other places. Okay, systematic search time. Front to back, top to bottom.
The headlamp wasn’t (as the old wisecrack goes) in the last place I looked, it was in the last place it was possible to look. If it hadn’t been there I would have declared it lost and then bought a new one, setting me up to validate another old wisecrack: the surest way to find a lost item is to replace it. Sigh.