When we moved into this house a little more than a year ago, I hung some hooks next to the front door in an effort to be more organized. Keys get lost so often at our house because both Joel and I will come home and set them in random places. Of course, then you can never find them when you're already running ten minutes late and didn't have time to take a shower.
So, the rule is, the keys go on the hook. Period. I admit, I often stick them in my purse before I get out of the car, but otherwise I have made a concerted effort to put them on the hook.
Joel, however, has not. He rarely, if ever, puts his keys on the hook. In fact, just the other day he had to be somewhere and was looking all over the place for his keys without much luck. After at least five and probably more like ten minutes of searching he gave up and took my car instead.
Here is the conversation between us the next morning before he went to work:
Me: Did you ever find your keys?
Joel: No. I'll have to do another search of the house before I leave this morning.
Me: Well, I hope you find them because I'm taking the girls to school now and I won't be back in time to take you.
(I go get my keys off of the hook and notice that Joel's keys are hanging right next to them)
Me: Are you sure you didn't find your keys?
Joel: Yeah, couldn't find them anywhere.
Me: Did you look on the hook?
Joel: No, they're never on the hook.
Me: Maybe you ought to try it.
Amazing when something is actually where it's supposed to be, eh?