I’m not the type of person who loses things.  I’ve never left my darts in a cab, my bag on the subway, or my wallet on the floor as have so many of my expat counterparts. Recently however I’ve apparently grown sloppy.

It started when I misplaced my office key.  Luckily, I had dropped it on the floor after locking the door and it was returned to me the following work day (after I had gone through the trouble and expense of getting a duplicate made).  Then a couple of weeks ago I left my credit card on the bar in Shenanigans.  Fortunately the bar owner found it and sent me a text message before I even knew it was gone.  And then yesterday I was feeling the need to listen to some music on the bus ride to work so I reached into my backpack for my iPod. Gone.  I figure I dropped while retrieving my darts from said backpack on Monday night. That means I lost it at either Shenanigans, Dillinger’s or Sin Bin (hey, I get around). Hopefully it will turn up as I had over 17,000 songs on that sucker.

I always figured my body would give out long before I lost my mind.  Now it appears to be a race to the finish.  Alas.