You think that's bad?

One time we were fishing/camping in Wyoming. When we got to our camp site and finished setting up our tents, about 10 PM, my Dad realizes his sleeping bag is MISSING. No extra blankets or anything. I offered to sleep in the car and let him use my tent and bag but he refused. What he did was just sleep on the back seat! Oww... He's short but not THAT short. What a miserable night for him! We didn't even think of folding the seats down, somehow neither of us thought it would be enough room back there.

It was a mystery to me where his bag went, because I KNEW we had packed it. We kept trying to figure out if it fell out of the car, or what.


Next day we drove home, found the bag... it turns out that after I had packed his bag, my Dad was not happy with how I packed the car and started re-packing things, moving stuff around... then while he was doing that, my Mom called him back inside to the phone, and he absent-mindedly carried the bag inside with him. When we got home the bag was sitting on his bed and he remembered the whole thing! LOL!!!!