Recently, I went to a Mexican restaurant with some of my family. During the meal, my aunt was talking about how she stopped by her church the other day, and saw a jacket in one of the rooms.
"Huh, that's interesting." she thought. "It looks just like mine."
Then she began to wonder, "Wait, is it mine? I don't recall if I brought it home with me the other day."
As it turned out, the jacket was hers. She had left it there two weeks ago, and it had been sitting there, lonely and forgotten, for all that time. She hadn't even realized she had lost it until that moment.
We finished eating, and left the restaurant. Mom was going to my aunt's house to play card games and hang out, and I had an appointment later that day, so we went our separate ways.