Oh the key thing... I go for a full dress-up only reluctantly but this time we were going to the Hamptons so there I was, decked out in appropriate summer wear, only to find that the keys were in my jeans pocket of course.
Fashion victim! I still hear my fellow travelers howling with laughter.
If I didn't have my head screwed on I'd have forgotten it at one time or other. Like my passport, money, glasses, license, papers I'm supposed to bring, bank card when I'm standing before the cash machine, you name it.