I'm about to leave to go to work, I have my sweater on and my bag o' lunch in hand, and I happen to look over near the catbox. What do I see? A spreading puddle of cat pee that has rather amusingly chosen to pool around the bottle of cat stink killer.
So I mop that up and run the killer over it, then go to put my lunch in my bag. Lo, there is far too much room inside. Where might my wallet be? Methinks I left it at the Mandarin Gate last night, where I had opened it in order to pass tips out to the many and sundry.