tony's notebook entry: Lost Car Key Nov 07, 2010 One Sunday morning, I was intent to go shopping with my wife and son. My son is a little boy. We live on The Fifth Floor. Before I went out of door, my wife handed me a garbage bag to be thrown away. So I went downstairs and throw the garbage bag into dustbin and then come up to my car. My wife and son followed me. But I can’t find my car key at that moment. I went through every pocket of mine with great care, but I can not hunt it. So I had to go upstairs to home to look for. I searched every hole and corner at home but failed to get it. Twenty minutes later I went back downstairs and said to my wife disappointedly: “I can’t find it, maybe it’s you that take it unconsciously, check up your pocket please!” My wife said: “Absolutely not, maybe you should check up dustbin!” “That’s impossible”, I think. But I still come up to the dustbin and have a quick glance. Wow, my god, the car key just slept inside the dustbin with garbage bag I just throw away. Just now garbage bag and car key were both in my hand, and while I throw the garbage bag into dustbin, car key included. My little boy laugh at me: “Ha, what a scatterbrain!”