I was running late for work and was frantically searching for my keys. I would be working my 7th overtime shift in 7 days. I knew I wasn't thinking clearly. Where were my keys? I gave up, picked up the spare keys to the house and car and decided I'd find the real ones later.
When I got off of work, I decided to clean the entire apartment while looking for the keys. That way, when I found them, instead of being upset at wasting a lot of time, I would have the keys along with a clean apartment.
As the cleaning proceeded, I got to thinking. What if I carelessly dropped them while working outside? Someone could find them, see my car on the property and take it. Or steal everything while I was at work. Hours went by, midnight came, and no keys. I had to get to bed.
Just before retiring, I started toward the trash. I took it out every Sunday night. That's when it hit me. What if? I began rummaging. Sure enough, the keys were buried deep inside, covered with coffee grounds and spaghetti sauce.
Takeaway: Sometimes you have to go through some garbage to find what you need.