Yes, I can hold onto things for 15 years! This story, for example...

Way back in `92 or `93 I was working as an intern in a corporate video department for a big hardware store. I worked three days a week and got $8 an hour, which I thought was a lot of money. My job was mostly to dub tapes for producers who made content for the company's built-in TV network.

One day a producer came to me looking for a dub. A guy named Lee sitting to my left said, "Blah blah blah," the producer said, "Blah blah blah," then she asked me for the tape, I gave it to her, and away she went.

I was there every other day, so the next day I was there she came up to me again and asked me where the tape was. I said I had given it to her the previous day I worked. Sorry, she said, she didn't have it. Was I sure? "I said, 'Yeah. Lee was there and he said, 'Blah blah blah,' and then you were standing there and you said, 'Blah blah blah," and then I gave you the tape." She looked a bit surprised I remebered exactly where everyone was sitting and what they had said, but said, "Sorry, I just don't remember that."

Now the pressure was on me, the intern, to locate a tape I hadn't had in my hands for 48 hours. I was all over the two floors of the department looking in every basket, every shelf, every drawer, every counter. I was literally sweating and nothing was turning up. After half-an-hour I could only think of one place I hadn't looked.

I presented the producer with her tape. "Where did you find it?"

"On the floor in your office next to your desk."

"Oh!," and she gave a sheepish grin. They thought they had me!

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