One day DH called and said he'd ride to meet me at work and we could ride home together. About a half hour later he called to say that he thought the garage door opener was in his trunk bag, inside the garage. Now it's a detached garage at a condo complex, and there's no other door. I had the other opener on my keys at work.

I rode home, and upon arrival, realized that I'd left my keys (and garage door opener) on my desk.

It was the perfect storm of garage door opener amnesia!