Actual conversation at 1am on the way home from a bar:
Me: (searching through my purse drunkenly) Where’s the camera?
Him: (soberly driving) I put it in your purse.
Me: (as I dump the entire contents of my purse on the floor) No, you didn’t. I just looked.
Slight pause.
Me: We left it at the bar – great. I will call them.
I pick up my iPhone and punch in Goog-411
Goog411: This call is recorded. Google! Say the business and the city and state.
Me: (slurring and yelling into my iPhone) Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado
Goog411: (a search noise and then) Top Listing, Front Loading, Aurora Colorado. Number one…
Me: (frantic) No! Ah!
I hang up angrily and redial Goog411
Goog411: This call is recorded. Google! Say the business and the city and state.
Me: (trying to go slow and speak clearly while obviously drunk) Au-ro-ra Club, Fron-tier Co-lo-ra-do… ah FUCK.
I hang up angrily again and once again redial Goog411.
Goog411: This call is recorded. Google! Say the business and the city and state.
Me: (slowly and more loudly) Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado.
Goog411: Frontier Club, Aurora Colorado… top listing, number one, Frontier Club on Colfax Avenue…
Me: (into the iPhone) Number one.
I glance at him and notice he is laughing his ass off at me. I’m slightly embarrassed.
Me: (starting to giggle too) What?
Him: That took you 10 minutes!
Me: Stupid Google… (into the phone) Hi. We were just there and I think we left our camera at the bar. No? Okay well let us know if you find it. (to him) It must be in C’s back seat.
I dial our friend, C, who we were visiting with at her neighborhood bar.
Me (to C): Hey, did we leave our camera in your backseat? No? Curses, it isn’t at the bar either.
Him: I may have put it in the back seat.
Me: (looking at him, incredulous) WHAT? (I glance in the back seat, then say into the phone while glaring at him) It’s in the backseat.
Me: (as I hang up) It was in the back seat the whole time!
Him: (laughing) Now you can go to sleep like you always do on the way home…
And here’s what happens with the camera when I finally go to sleep:

What happens on the way home from a bar at 1am