While decoration the tables with flowers when we prepared our painting exhibition, I was looking several times for my camera, because I deposed it somewhere, was interrupted and then couldn't find it anymore. That's why suddenly we started to talk about being distracted.
After some hilarious stories of looking for car keys and finally found them in the basement amongst the potatoes, and slippers put into the fridge, the best one was of my classmate Michèle. She had to go to the vet with her dog, had thoroughly looked for all the papers, the leash, her purse and off she went with dog Toulouse to the vet. When she arrived she assembled her things, took the leash, opened the back door and asked Toulouse to get out. There was no Toulouse, she had left him alone and stand there feeling stupid with the leash in her hand and no dog attached to it ! She informed the vet, drove home, picked up already waiting Toulouse who probably wondered why the leash went without him and returned to the vet.