I went down into the bowels of the building, also known as the parking garage, to open up my storage unit. It’s in an awkward place and stuffed to the gills with mostly empty boxes. There is a deck chair in their that doesn’t collapse, So, like I said, awkward.
I was looking for a small object that would form part of a Christmas present. I had purchased it awhile ago, but after the move I had no use for it. But now I know someone who does need it. I suppose this could be considered regifting, but no one gave it to me, so I’m in the clear.
Anyway, after rummaging in the locker for some time, I found that the object in question wasn’t there. Armed with this knowledge, it took me five seconds to find where I had put it in my laundry room.
I think I have an order of operations problem.