Quote Originally Posted by MacSimoin
Many years ago while at college, I was in between classes and needed to dash home one bright sunny day for some reason or another. My roommates and I shared a three-story apartment and I recall having to go up to the third floor to my bedroom for whatever it was I needed. After a few minutes, I went back downstairs and left the apartment only to forget my sunglasses (which I wear outdoors daily, in nearly all weather conditions, due to a lifelong case of photophobia). I went back inside and had a look around but I couldn’t find them anywhere. Needless to say, I was a bit puzzled since I normally know where my sunglasses are at all times (because of the light sensitivity issue).

Over ten minutes of searching and I became understandingly frustrated that I couldn’t find the sunglasses. I decided to retrace my steps, but this turned out to be fruitless as well. Eventually, after coming back downstairs and giving the kitchen and dining room one last look, I decided to give up and walked into the living room to leave the apartment...and passed a mirror that hung on the short hallway wall between the dining and living rooms. I stopped suddenly in my tracks, having a good look at myself in the mirror and shaking my head...my sunglasses were on my face.
This reminds of when I did a play in high school that required me to a change between scenes. I was covering four small parts over the course of a three act play and ran through to the other side to get dressed to go on as one of the "detectives" who were to secure the premises. I then had to come off, change clothes to be the delivery man, then go back on as the detective a remove a sarcophagus that actually had someone inside! I ran to the other side of the stage after my exit and started frantically changing clothes but could not find my delivery man jeans.

I remember asking my castmate where my jeans were as I was panicking and he finally just pointed at my legs. Of course, I was wearing them....