I'm an idiot

Have you ever thought you had lost something because you looked in the place you distinctly remember having left it in (say, your car's glove box), but it wasn't there because you had earlier taken it out and put it in your backpack pocket, specifically so you wouldn't forget and leave it behind? Except you didn't remember that part of the narrative, and so you spent the next morning in a slightly distressed state of mind after having searched that spot, having prejudicially ruled out all other locations? And so later, you find it while looking for something unrelated, which is simultaneously a relief and slightly annoying?

No?

So, let me tell you: The absent-minded scientist/professor deal? Not so-much all it's cracked up to be. I think the remedy is to become either drastically more or less organized, so that either it doesn't happen or you don't care if it does.