If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
I bet you found it when the neighbor finally gave up on you. I sometimes sit all pissed at myself, and try to let the fact of where I left my car keys come back to me naturally. When I finally do find them, I swear I'll never put them there again (like hanging on the door knob)...
I found it when I went to clean up all that gotdamned oil. It was right where I thought it was, except it was wrapped in a white plastic bag, which made the orange drill I was looking for invisible. But at least it wasn't oil-soaked. I don't think I've ever lost my keys but they HAVE walked away in the hot lil hands of a child, though.
Just be polite... that's all I ask.