more evidence of my flakitude, or possibly a black hole in the gym parking lot

You think YOU have a knack for losing things? Oh, you don't even know. I have an ongoing struggle to keep track of any number of essential things--driver's license, debit card, access card for the office, car keys, house keys, gloves, lip balm--you name it, I've lost it. Or I'm currently searching for it, or I've bought a new one.

Today, it was the gym card. I had it this morning for the 5:30 spin class, and purposely left it in the car afterward because I knew I would need it for my PT session at noon. So, I got to the gym 10 minutes early and began the search. Passenger seat? No. Console storage? No. Purse pocket #1? No. #2? No. DAMMIT. #3? Yes!

So, this story should have been over right there (and thus, pretty boring). However, that would be vastly understating my ability to lose shit. Less than 2 minutes later, the card was gone again. This time, it was utterly unfindable...it was like it fell through a hole in the earth. I had no pockets, so there was no way that I could have put it in one. It wasn't in my purse, or my gym bag, or the console or the seat or under the seat--in the time it took to grab my bag from the back seat and collect a bunch of trash from the front floorboard, it had vanished. I retraced my steps for another 5 minutes, to no avail.

So, I think this might be a personal record for object misplacement. I don't understand where it could be. The car's not that big! Yeesh.