I can't find my car keys in the morning. Trying to get out of my house is a nightmare. 'Where's my wallet? Where are my keys? I have to go find a missing person.'
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I wish I could remember where I put things. I spend half my life looking for my keys. With the other half I look for my glasses.
There was a time in L.A. when I drove to 7-Eleven to go grocery shopping, and I locked my keys in my car, which wasn't insured. My wallet was in there, and I couldn't call AAA, because I only had $7 in my bank account. It was one of those moments where I was like, 'O.K., I literally have nothing right now.'
I've never looked through a keyhole without finding someone was looking back.
I feel very strongly when there's no chance for me to find a key to a piece.
In high school, I had a gold 1992 Ford Explorer. It was a gift. I used to have a terrible habit of locking the keys in the car when I used leave the car running to help it start on a cold morning. I think the local locksmith became used to me calling him.
I'm terribly forgetful. I've lost laptops, cell-phones.
There is a rumour going around that I have found God. I think this is unlikely because I have enough difficulty finding my keys, and there is empirical evidence that they exist.
I don't have a wallet. I carry my driver's license and a couple of credit cards in my phone. That, and a money clip.
I don't carry a wallet. I keep my cards in my pocket and cash in my boots.
I don't need to drive. I have no business driving. I would never be able to find my keys.