bag black hole
I spent twenty minutes looking for my phone in my bag yesterday, dumping out receipts, three half-empty gum packs, a sock, and a mystery keys-shaped object. Found the phone in the front pocket where I'd checked exactly zero times. My bag apparently operates on the principle that if you're not actively watching something, it ceases to exist—like it's a bag that studied quantum mechanics and took it personally.
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