Another opportunity to practice my zen-like composure.
I am just now ready to go out and buy new towels for the new apartment. My husband comes over to me in a fluster and demands I give him the car keys. I explain I am about to go out and use the car. He explains he wants to run the engine a little since he just changed the oil. He starts getting huffy. I recall that he was the last one to use the car yesterday. He begins to recall the same fact.
Ten minutes later he is still searching for the keys. He managed to drive himself back home so they must be around here somewhere.