I'm sorry Rodney, I didn't mean it. Please don't be mad. It will never happen again! Yes, I remember when I forgot you in that bar at the airport. Yes, I also remember leaving you in the airport bathroom. Yes, more than once. Yes, yes, I also left you at the security check-in in San Jose. Of course, how could I forget leaving you at baggage claim again in San Jose and getting all the way downtown to my hotel before remembering you. Oh yeah, I also left you behind at that Mexican restaurant in the Salt Lake City airport. And the time that I left you on the plane and barely made it back to get you before my connecting flight.
But it's not my fault? I was born with a defective brain! Like that guy in Memento, I just can't remember things for more than a few minutes. I promise, Rodney, I do love you!
Remember all the great times we've had together! All those fish we've caught. I remember when I picked you out with the help of Jay, who was at Front Range at the time. You were my first real fly rod! I remember catching our first fish together by accident on the Ark. I remember when I put that 14" tape mark on you to know how many fish I could keep while camping on the Ark. And when I had to add an 18" mark to know whether or not I could keep a second fish while camping on the Bighorn. I remember when I added that blue tape to your case so I could tell you apart from my buddy's identical setup. No, let's not think about that time I accidentally snapped you in two; we've healed and are past all that now.
And look on the bright side. I actually managed to not lose you on the last two legs of my travels. Two in a row! Sure, it may have been after forgetting you on 6 of the last 7 legs but I've turned over a new leaf!