I hate losing things. I don't think many people do. You either freak out like a crazy person or you are grumpy with yourself or someone else. Today, I lost a gift card and a pug - and, lucky for me, it was only for about twenty minutes in both cases.
The first thing I lost was the gift card. It wasn't a $300 dollar gift card but it was enough to make me want to find it. I had it in my pocket the day before and then - poof - it was gone. A bit of searching and I located the card in my car. It wasn't easy to find but hard enough to force me to contort my body in a few positions that would even make me blush. It was under the driver's seat in the car and I then whisked off to the store to pick up some fancy gifts for myself.