Yesterday morning, I got out to the car, realized something and said, "I can't believe I left my damn keys up there."
Me three. I was out in the mountains this weekend, thrashing through the brush off trails and stuff. Lunch time rolled around, and I felt in my pocket for my knife, and it was gone. "I can't believe I left my damn knife up there." Didn't say it out loud, though.
Tell you what, I was pretty damn glad that I had left my car keys in my tent. They coulda been left on the mountain with the knife, and then I woulda been stuck locked out of a car, locked away from my cell phone, on the mountain overnight until Search and Rescue came looking for me and helped me break into my car.
Good thing Ennis didn't have anything important in the pocket of that shirt.
Well, ok, I guess his blood was on it. And symbolically I guess it's kinda like Ennis tried to leave his heart in that shirt on the mountain, except Jack took it and kept it....................
Guess that's more important than a driver's license or car keys, huh.