It's called CRAFTs disease, and gets worse as you get older.
CRAFT = Can't Remember A F'n Thing
A mate came over the other day to replace my hot water cylinder element ( yay for sparky mates ), anywho an hour after he gets home he says he has left his reading glasses along with the element spanner at my place. I find the spanner but not the glasses. So I turn my place upside down looking for his glasses and nope. Since he came over on a Sunday to fix my hot water, I kind of felt like his missing glasses were my problem even though I was 99% sure they weren't here. A few days later he finds them at his place under some crap so I'm "off the hook". One of the reasons I try to keep all my shit contained in a bag or toolbox when I venture out. In the garage I have "zones" for crap so at least I have a starting point to look for stuff.
I generally leave stuff in only one or two places (e.g. phone is on the arm of my armchair or the bookshelf), makes it easy to find later, but you have to be fussy about putting stuff back.
The missus is the other way, puts stuff down anywhere. She is forever looking for stuff, blaming everyone else for moving it until we find it where she left it.
If I'm worried about forgetting to take something when I go out, I put my car keys with it - that way I can't leave unless I forget my car!
Don't worry; I think I need a second set of glasses to help me find where I lost my other pair....
A king country hunting guide was driving one of his suzuki 4x4 around the tracks with myself in the passenger seat to a hunting area. Came around the corner and another 4x4 suzuki jeep was parked up. His words were "oh that's where I left it, I've been looking for that".
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